I don’t like L.A. It’s just not fun. I don’t know why, but I just don’t get it. You have to drive to get everywhere, and when it rains everybody freaks out.

I don’t like politicians, and I don’t like politics. I definitely don’t want to be associated with any of them.

The only frustrating thing about jail is that I can’t make music.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?

Well, I think everybody is frustrated by the finances of the U.N. and the inability to solve problems of war and peace.

On every front there are clear answers out there that can make this country stronger, but we’re going to break through the fear and the frustration people are feeling. Our job is to make sure that even as we make progress, that we are also giving people a sense of hope and vision for the future.

The only time people dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.

Many people feel so pressured by the expectations of others that it causes them to be frustrated, miserable and confused about what they should do. But there is a way to live a simple, joy-filled, peaceful life, and the key is learning how to be led by the Holy Spirit, not the traditions or expectations of man.

The usual method of finding a little dongly thing that actually matches a gizmo I want to use is to go and buy another one, at a price that can physically drive the air from your body.

People don’t realise how difficult it is to work with people day in and day out that know absolutely nothing.

Frankly, if I could get away with not having to perform, I’d be very happy. It’s not my favorite thing to do.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

When I tell a child something the first time, I’m nice. The 15th time, I start to get aggravated.

For most of us, relationship with another is based on dependence, either economic or psychological. This dependence creates fear, breeds in us possessiveness, results in friction, suspicion, frustration.

The uncertainty of parenting can bring up feelings in us that range from frustration to terror.

Nobody likes to have trouble. The moment we get a hint that it’s coming, a common response is, ‚Oh no! Not again!‘

My favourite car I drove in the ‚shoot out‘ at Silverstone was the 2016 Mercedes DTM car. I loved every moment in it, the downforce being particularly surprising.

Needing to have things perfect is the surest way to immobilize yourself with frustration.

Because I believe in God and have faith in God, it doesn’t mean I am immortal. It doesn’t mean I am immune, as has been claimed. I am as scared as anyone of getting hurt, especially driving a Formula One car.

Even though the risks of death are higher driving than flying, many people would rather drive simply because they feel they have more control driving. The facts are that only a few hundred people die a year flying, and 44,000 are killed a year driving.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

I love driving my car on any highway.

I don’t like the name, U2, actually.

Babies don’t need a vacation, but I still see them at the beach… it pisses me off! I’ll go over to a little baby and say ‚What are you doing here? You haven’t worked a day in your life!‘

When I have been asked during these last weeks who caused the riots and the killing in L.A., my answer has been direct and simple: Who is to blame for the riots? The rioters are to blame. Who is to blame for the killings? The killers are to blame.

I’m not really a Hollywood person. Not that I don’t like L.A., but I’m just a Northern California guy.

I was terrible in English. I couldn’t stand the subject. It seemed to me ridiculous to worry about whether you spelled something wrong or not, because English spelling is just a human convention – it has nothing to do with anything real, anything from nature.

Among those who dislike oppression are many who like to oppress.

I never went to school more than six months in my life, but I can say this: that among my earliest recollections, I remember how, when a mere child, I used to get irritated when anybody talked to me in a way I could not understand.

Really, I don’t like roller coasters.

Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip.

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

I mean, I feel like you get more bees with honey. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated in my life.

There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.

I don’t know driving in another way which isn’t risky. Each one has to improve himself. Each driver has its limit. My limit is a little bit further than other’s.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen much of death and dying, suffering and sorrow. I also remember the plight of students overwhelmed by their studies and of those striving to learn a foreign language. And I recall the fatigue and frustration felt by young parents with children in need.

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren’t there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in.

It’s an awful feeling to write something that you feel is really important… and to feel that you’re being published by people who really don’t get it and/or don’t really care.

I live in Hollywood, but you can’t make me love Hollywood. I’ll never love Hollywood.

I hate all sports as rabidly as a person who likes sports hates common sense.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Reading computer manuals without the hardware is as frustrating as reading sex manuals without the software.

I just get annoyed at myself. A lot of swearing goes on generally when I am driving.

The worst thing is for a player to come to a club and not be able to play.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

I went to a general store. They wouldn’t let me buy anything specifically.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

In karting, you turn up and drive, look at the data and go home. But I like doing more, learning about the engines and how to make them go even better.

I do not like broccoli. And I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I’m President of the United States and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli.

Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

A word to the wise is infuriating.

I don’t like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I’m from New York. I will kill to get what I need.

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

If I cry, it’s because I’m very angry and I can’t do anything about it because I’ve run into a dead end. That’s when the tears would come down.

I hate fund-raising. Haaaaate it. Hate, hate it.