I picture my epitaph: 'Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.

People like to do what they used to do after they've stopped being able to do it.

Newman's second law: Just when things look darkest, they go black.

I don't go for the so-called "intimate" stuff. Column items that report: "Minerva Ferncroft sleeps in pink dusting powder between puce-colored sheets in a heart-shaped bed." It leaves me cold.

The only way we can give our children the best education in the world and prepare them for the next century is by funding the programs that serve them.

Twenty-five years ago I couldn`t walk down the street without being recognized. Now I can put a cap on, walk anywhere and no one pays me any attention. They don`t ask me about my movies and they don`t ask me about my salad dressing because they don`t know who I am. Am I happy about this? You bet.

I would like it if people would think that beyond Newman, there's a spirit that takes action, a heart, and a talent that doesn't come from my blue eyes.