Just because I believe in God, just because I have faith in God, it doesn’t mean that I’m immune. It doesn’t mean that I’m immortal.
Money is a strange business. People who haven’t got it aim it strongly. People who have are full of troubles.
When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.
We are made of emotions. We are all looking for emotions, basically. It’s only a question of finding the way to experience them.
In many ways we are a dream for people, not a reality. That counts in your mind. It shows how much you can touch people, and as much as you can try to give those people somehow it is nothing compared to what they live in their own mind, in their dreams, for you.
If you think I’m fast, just wait until you see my nephew Bruno.
Being a racing driver means you are racing with other people. And if you no longer go for a gap that exists, you are no longer a racing driver because we are competing – competing to win.
I don’t know how to drive in any way that isn’t risky. Everyone needs to improve themselves. Every driver has their limit. My limit is a little bit further than others’.
You must take the compromise to win, or else nothing. That means: you race or you do not.
Because in a split second, it’s gone.
It’s going to be a season with lots of accidents, and I’ll risk saying that we’ll be lucky if something really serious doesn’t happen.
I cannot live on an island of prosperity when I’m surrounded by a sea of misery.
On a given day, a given circumstance, you think you have a limit.
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.
Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realised that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down.
You either commit yourself as a professional racing driver that’s designed to win races or you come second or you come third or fifth and am not design to come third, fourth or fifth, I? race to win.
Women – always in trouble with them, but can’t live without them.
When a man holds you round the throat, I don’t think he has come to apologise.
Fear is exciting for me.
There are no small accidents on this circuit.