Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don't give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I'm going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long as they're busy doing that, they're like bulls looking for the bullfighter: they react instinctively, they blunder on, with no idea where the target is. They get their car, sometimes they even get a Ferrari, and they think that's the meaning of life, and they never question it. Yet their eyes betray the sadness that even they don't know they carry in their soul. Are you happy?

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris blondes and switchblades.

I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.

There are a lot of impractical things about owning a Porsche. But they're all offset by the driving experience. It really is unique. Lamborghinis and Ferraris come close. And they are more powerful but they don't handle like a Porsche.

Growing up in the Midwest people don't drive Porsches and Ferraris. They drive Fords and Chevys. And so even if you have the opportunity to buy a more expensive car it doesn't occur to you because it's not what you relate to.

I think women like Ferraris. A Ferrari is everybody's car.

The body is like a car: the older you become the more care you have to take care of it - and you don't leave a Ferrari out in the sun.