I damaged all the complicated bits of the brain to do with processing and emotional control. I was prey to every single emotion that swept over me and I couldn't deal with it. I had to re-learn things from scratch.

For somebody who has injured their brain, every single thing they say and think will be the subject of their own questioning.

This is just the happiest car in the world! I shall call it Oliver! Not that we'd ever name a car on Top Gear. I wish I hadn't said that.

I would love to act. I probably won't make it to Hollywood at 42 years of age, but I'd love to act.

Mexican cars are just going to be lazy, feckless, flatulent, overweight, leaning against a fence asleep looking at a cactus with a blanket with a hole in the middle on as a coat.

I do not see how hanging litter louts up by their heels and beating them with sticks could be considered a crime.

I've been in a car three or four times when it filled with water and it's not a comfortable feeling.