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

Dreams without movement are delusions, escapes, kid’s play. You have to put your feet into your dreams if they’re ever going to be reality. The dreamers we know and love today are the ones who worked the hardest

Fill the moment and find variety.

If you're playing a poker game and you look around the table and and can't tell who the sucker is, it's you.

I'm a great believer in luck and the extraordinary role that plays in all of our lives.

I wanted, I think, to acknowledge Luck: the chance of it, the benevolence of it in my life, and the brutality of it in the lives of others; made especially savage for children because they may not be allowed the good fortune of a lifetime to correct it.

I have taken roads that I wished I had not traveled on. And I'm traveling on some pretty exciting ones, too. Just hope when you get to that great racetrack in the sky, that the balance will tip slightly into those things that you'd be proud of.