“Why, it's a perfect little city. If you have never been to Durham, go there at once. Take my car. It's wonderful.”

“Life is but a memory,
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why.”

“My other car is a bright green city.”

“Death is like my car. It takes me where I want to go.”

“I am still suffering from my experience in Rwanda, I never know when I'm going to drive my car off a bridge, or just decide to take my life.”

“You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.”

“But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.”

“Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?”

“White people scare the crap out of me… I have never been attacked by a black person, never been evicted by a black person, never had my security deposit ripped off by a black landlord, never had a black landlord… never been pulled over by a black cop, never been sold a lemon by a black car salesman, never seen a black car salesman, never had a black person deny me a bank loan, never had a black person bury my movie, and I've never heard a black person say, "We're going to eliminate ten thousand jobs here — have a nice day!"”

“Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.”