I think it's a good idea to tie Peter Mandelson to a van. Such an act would be cruel and barbaric and inhuman. But it would at least cheer everyone up a bit.

Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary, that's what gets you.

Multi-tasking is the ability to screw everything up simultaneously.

I'm sorry, but having an Aston Martin DB9 on the drive and not driving it is a bit like having Keira Knightley in your bed and sleeping on the couch.

Change gear, change gear, check mirror, murder a prostitute, change gear, change gear, murder. That's a lot of effort in a day.

A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.

Being smarter than you look is better than looking smarter than you are.

I started to realise that being impolite saves an awful lot of time and costs you nothing.

Speed focuses the mind. It cuts through the fog of drab everyday living and keeps us on our toes. Speed works. Speed saves lives. Speed is good. And we should have more of it, not less.

This car is more fun than the entire French air force crashing into a firework factory.

We all know that small cars are good for us. But so is cod liver oil. And jogging.

In taking revenge a man is but equal to his enemy but in passing it over he is his superior.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

The fact that Brazil and Chile now has China as their largest trading partner means the Monroe Doctrine is certainly something of the past.

I'm not sure what the proper label might be, or the most accurate one, but someone once called my stuff Southern Ohio Gothic and I thought that was fair.

But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.

I'd also take any acting job...well, not any acting job, that's not true. I'd take a cool acting job.

Think of the tools in a tool-box: there is a hammer, pliers, a saw, a screwdriver, a rule, a glue-pot, nails and screws.--The function of words are as diverse as the functions of these objects.

Every widow I have met has recognized in the wheel a dear forgotten friend.

How many seemingly impossible things have been accomplished by resolute men because they had to do, or die?

Most of the stuff that I do talk about, about being counted out and being an underdog, 'cause that's what I feel like I am.