“Friends don’t let heads drive drunk!”

I’m being accused of being a murderer! I’M being ACCUSED of being a molester!

I do have some problems, but my God, I’m not a murderer!

What does everybody want? HEAD!

My MOM shops at Wal-Mart! She gets calls all the time now; she’s worried about me! I’m not the most emotionally stable guy in the world; I’ll admit that.

They say my idea of a fun day is a dark lonely field and the urunj of a car, and a large stick and a roll of duct tape!

We have the purveyors of hatred who take every single incident between people of two races and try to make a race war out of it and drive wedges into people. And this does not need to be done.

It’s mainly the high-end luxury market now that drives much of the fishing in the sea. It’s not feeding the starving millions. It’s feeding a luxury market.

I do quite like that Andrew Lloyd Webber song from ‘Cats.’ What’s it called? ‘Memory?’ Sends shivers up your spine.

If I didn’t swim my best, I’d think about it at school, at dinner, with my friends. It would drive me crazy.

I’d probably want to teach at university, because children would drive me insane. I suspect it would be English literature, Shakespeare and so forth. I’ve always been deeply, deeply in love with that kind of thing.

Age doesn’t affect driving – how do you like that?

My drive is other people’s success.

The United States is the only country where a driver can have a successful career – either in stock cars or IndyCar – and he won’t need a passport.