The Art Of Racing In The Rain Quotes
"Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature."
"Monkeys have thumbs. Practically the dumbest species on the planet."
"In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave."
"Ideally, a driver is a master of all that is happening around him."
"A driver must have faith. In his talent, his judgment, and his car."
"I love very few things more than a nice long walk."
"The morning after Eve’s funeral, I could barely move."
"The solution had been put to Denny by Mark Fein: Find a way."
"In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go."
"I’ve always found great pleasure in the narrative tease."
"For me, a good story is all about setting up expectations and delivering on them in an exciting and surprising way."
"The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle."
"Your car goes where your eyes go. Simply another way of saying that which you manifest is before you."
"What matters is not how precisely we can explain the event, but the event itself and its consequence."
"Know who is driving next to you. Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there."
"The electricity that ripples up and down the paddock when the announcer calls the next race group to pre-grid."
"Nerves," he would say to me whenever he caught me watching his manual examination. "Stress."
"Not only do I not want to talk about it," he said to them, "Mark told me not to. So."
"It’s good to talk. You can’t keep everything inside. It’s not healthy."
"I just need to…assimilate…what’s going on, and then I’ll be able to talk. But not now."
"My phone’s always on," Mike said. "Twenty-four-hour crisis hotline. Need to talk, need anything, call me."
"Rapists don’t get custody of their little girls," he said. "See how that works?"
"Don’t judge me," he said. "That’s not your job. Your job is to support me, not judge me."
"No race has ever been won in the first corner," he said. "But plenty of races have been lost there."
"If we’re going to be a cliché, let’s be a positive cliché."
"It’s okay to cry," she said. "Grandma says crying helps because it washes away the hurting."
"You must have been missing Eve terribly," she whispered to him. "But to take advantage of a fifteen-year-old girl—"
"Every other weekend, Friday after school until Sunday after dinner, she’s yours."
"I’m fucking proud of you," he would say on those days. "You’re not too tired, are you?"
"It’s never too late," Denny said to Mark. "Things change."
"It’s time to start dinner," he said, and he went inside.
"Get busy, motherfucker," I said as I left. But, of course, he couldn’t hear me.
"Does the end always justify the means?" And then, he answered it: "Apparently, for them, it does."
"Everything’s fine," Denny said, sliding into the backseat with me on his lap. "Take a deep breath and let’s drive."
"As I listen to this trial, I am reminded of the climactic scene of a James Bond film, The Man with the Golden Gun. James Bond escaped his hall of mirrors by breaking the glass, shattering the illusions, until only the true villain stood before him. We, too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look into ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us. Only then will justice be served."
"Inside each of us resides the truth, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion."
"Growing old is a pathetic thing. It is full of limitations and reduction. It happens to us all, I know; but I think that it might not have to. I think it happens to those of us who request it."
"With every bit of strength I have in my body, I wrench myself to a standing position. Though my hips are frozen and my legs burn with pain, I hobble to the door of the bedroom."
"When I return to this world, I will be a man. I will walk among you. I will lick my lips with my small, dexterous tongue. I will shake hands with other men, grasping firmly with my opposable thumbs. And I will teach people all that I know."
"I much prefer the idea of assisted suicide, which was developed by the inspired physician Dr. Kevorkian. It’s a machine that allows an ailing elder to push a button and take responsibility for his own death."
"And when I see a man or a woman or a child in trouble, I will extend my hand, both metaphorically and physically. I will offer my hand. To him. To her. To you. To the world. I will be a good citizen, a good partner in the endeavor of life that we all share."