The ought to be a worldwide cultural taskforce that just stops you when you have ideas like combining The Red Desert with an armored car heist movie.

I've been in California for about 15 years now. You're always in your car and insulated. I miss New York so much.

I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp into the water, and I did go part way, but I stopped. I went again and stopped. I then got out of the car and stood by the car a nervous wreck.

As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums, I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.

A car for every purse and purpose.

Once when I was 16 I had my car taken away from me for being past curfew. Oh, and I said a bad word once, and I actually did get my mouth washed out with soap.

It's a massive motor in a tiny, lightweight car.

Just because you put higher-octane gasoline in your car doesn't mean you can break the speed limit. The speed limit's still 65.

What Englishman will give his mind to politics as long as he can afford to keep a motor car?

But I have a driver, so I can return calls while I'm in the car.

And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension.

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

I was already on pole, then by half a second and then one second and I just kept going. Suddenly I was nearly two seconds faster than anybody else, including my team mate with the same car.

I will argue that in the literal sense the programmed computer understands what the car and the adding machine understand, namely, exactly nothing.

My car and my adding machine understand nothing: they are not in that line of business.