Now then, if we were to go the lowest road and plaster my face on the bottle of oil and vinegar dressing just to line our pockets, it would sink. But to go the low road to get to the high road- shameless exploitation for charity, for the common good- now that's an idea worth the hustle, a reciprocal trade agreement.

I will continue to get behind the wheel of a racing car as long as I am able. But that could all end tomorrow.

It's always darkest before it turns absolutely pitch black.

[Getting the truth in the New York Post has been as] difficult as finding a good hamburger in Albania.

It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.

The need is great and so are the opportunities to make a difference.

I don't like to discuss my marriage, but I will tell you something which may sound corny but which happens to be true. I have steak at home. Why should I go out for hamburger?