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.

When the idea came up, (Newman's Own) I said, "Are you crazy? Stick my face on the label of salad dressing?" And then, of course, we got the whole idea of exploitation and how circular it is. Why not, really, go to the fullest length, and the silliest length, in exploiting yourself and turn the proceeds back to the community?

You discover a lot of things on your feet and if you don't have any rehearsal, then anything that happens on the screen is by accident.

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

We've polluted the stratosphere with these chlorine and bromine compounds, and because it's now colder, and because we have this change in the climate, we're getting more ozone loss than we would have gotten in a normal year.

It's really important to be attentive to the people who have less - who are less fortunate than you are.

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