One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

I enjoy racing historic motorcars from the '50s and '60s. The seed of my interest was planted when I was about 12 years old and took over my mother's Morris Minor. I drove it around my father's farm. But my favorite car is still a McLaren F1, which I have had for 10 years.

When you put gas in your car you are making a political statement, because you are supporting the empires that control and continue the destruction of some countries.

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

A muscle is like a car. If you want it to run well early in the morning, you have to warm it up.