I'm starting to think about things that I want to do things that are fun. One of them is driving a car like a Porsche. I've driven a lot of cars - sedans trucks and big family vehicles all year long. But there's nothing like a four-wheel-drive Porsche.

I don't purposely speed but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.

When I do retire I know for a fact that I'll never be able to replace the incredible feeling I get when I'm driving an F1 car.

To understand the intensity of driving an F1 car you have to be in it. When you're driving a 750hp machine at 200mph the noise and the vibrations are incredible. The G-force when you take big corners is like someone trying to rip your head off. You hit the brakes and it feels as if the skin is being pulled off your body.

I am endlessly busy bringing up five young kids and trying to keep up with the three older ones. I still spend most of my life driving car pools.

I like structure - like driving: go past the school on the street stay on the right side no hitting the car go in right you'll see a big church stop and take a left and you'll have it. By doing this I'm giving a structure of life a path of light and showing what happens between me and me which is something very beautiful.

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.

It was 100 feet of 16 mm black-and-white film of a car coming to a stop sign and driving off. I had to decide how to frame and light it. It was magic. There was a sense of mystery.

Nobody's ever asked me to pay for a meal before I've eaten it I've never been pulled over just because I was driving the wrong kind of car in the wrong kind of area at the wrong time of night.

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.

Food is not just what we put in our mouths to fill up it is culture and identity. Reason plays some role in our decisions about food but it's rarely driving the car.

Ten to 20 years out driving your car will be viewed as equivalently immoral as smoking cigarettes around other people is today.

If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing because you have that space.

I don't run a car have never run a car. I could say that this is because I have this extremely tender environmentalist conscience but the fact is I hate driving.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

I don't want to argue with my wife about her car - or my driving.

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.

I miss Saturday morning rolling out of bed not shaving getting into my car with my girls driving to the supermarket squeezing the fruit getting my car washed taking walks.

Family trips to Yellowstone and to what are now national parks in Southern Utah driving the primitive roads and cars of that day were real adventures.

I would never kill a living thing although I probably have inadvertently while driving automobiles.

It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights but you can make the whole trip that way.

I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.

If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has we would all be driving $25 cars that got 1 000 MPG.

That's the conundrum of cartoon stripping as opposed to political cartoons. When your anger is the driving force of your drawing hand failure follows. The anger is OK but it has to serve the interests of the heart frankly.