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.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.

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

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning.

I check my pulse and if I can find it, I know I've got a chance

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.