I am a lucky, lucky person.

She (my ex-wife) wanted me to stop being Evel Knievel. I am who I am. I'm not going to change. I'll settle down the day they put me in a six-foot pine box.

I know guys in my hometown that drive by feel and sound.

If you look at the Bible almost everything that was predicted, maybe everything, has come to pass.

I'm not a jack of all trades; I'm a master of many. I don't feel there is anything I can't do if I want to.

I recently have had a full hip replacement and a liver transplant, and I'm getting used to the medication.

I created Evel Knievel, and then he sort of got away from me.