You will never know the feeling of a driver when winning a race. The helmet hides feelings that cannot be understood.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The healthiest competition occurs when average people win by putting above average effort.

Isn’t it funny how babies laugh a lot? I read a toddler, a young child laughs 300 times a day. The average adult laughs, like, four times a day. God put it in them. He put the laugh in us, but I think sometimes we let life get us down, you know, have bad breaks, and we lose our breaks.

Great industries are never made from single companies. There is room in space for a lot of winners.

One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.

I want the reader to feel something is astonishing – not the ‚what happens‘ but the way everything happens. These long short story fictions do that best, for me.

I was a little worried that young people would think the only game was being political and manipulative when really the bigger game is being so good at what you do that nobody can argue with your results.

People like to hear the word ‚love.‘

I’m a human being and I fall in love and sometimes I don’t have control of every situation.

Actually, you have to be a little bit in love with your leading man and vice versa. If you’re going to portray love, you have to feel it. You can’t do it any other way. But you don’t carry it beyond the set.

Of course I get hurt.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

I think the positive competition between states in India is one of the most positive dynamics that the country has.

We want to play the AFC Cup every year.

Rule number one is: Beat your team-mate.

Cry if you have a compound fracture, by all means. Or if your grandpa died. But otherwise, save it for your pillow.

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes.

Mine is better than ours.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.

I don’t try and be dark, but there are obviously darker emotions that I want to capture sometimes.

I think love is one of the purest things you can sing about. One of the best things you can sing about.

But by reading them again and again finally I was able to grasp the essential part. What emotion, enthusiasm, enlightenment and confidence they communicated to me! I wept for joy.

It’s what counts, isn’t it, on the Sunday, rather than pre-season testing. If you lock up, you do a little mistake, it’s nothing, but if you do it on Sunday, you lose a place or you have to box for a flat spot or something like that. It’s a much bigger problem.

It’s not possible to stop love.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

I had one incident where my daughter said that a girl asked if she was a brown person. I said, ‚We’re black. You have black people, white people, Chinese people, Hispanic people; we’re all brought up differently.‘

Votes are like trees, if you are trying to build a forest. If you have more trees than you have forests, then at that point the pollsters will probably say you will win.

War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

The best book, like the best speech, will do it all – make us laugh, think, cry and cheer – preferably in that order.

I wish I could give you a lot of advice, based on my experience of winning political debates. But I don’t have that experience. My only experience is at losing them.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

It is necessary to fall in love… if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

I have always said and felt that true enjoyment can not be described.

I don’t know, I feel desperate when I sing. And I look desperate – it feels like I’m singing for my life, which makes me twitch, if that makes sense.

I guess for every driver the aim is to beat their teammate.

I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

Every driver is different, so I just hope whatever I do is going to be good enough, because it’s not that I just want to be with McLaren. I want to win with McLaren.

The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory.

All emotion is involuntary when genuine.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

I don’t think I get that upset over things.

If you are first you are first. If you are second you are nothing.

When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.

What’s really hard is that you could care a lot for someone and not want to live with him anymore.

To wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.

It is a neck-and-neck race between Mr. Gray and myself who shall complete our apparatus first. He has the advantage over me in being a practical electrician – but I have reason to believe that I am better acquainted with the phenomena of sound than he is – so that I have an advantage there.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.

In my line of work, the enemy gets a vote.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

March is a month without mercy for rabid basketball fans. There is no such thing as a ‚gentleman gambler‘ when the Big Dance rolls around. All sheep will be fleeced, all fools will be punished severely… There are no Rules when the deal goes down in the final weeks of March. Even your good friends will turn into monsters.