I love to swim for miles I could just go back and forth.

I have been through various fitness regimes. I used to run about five miles a day and I did aerobics for a while.

As soon as men know that they can kill without fear of punishment or blame they kill or at least they encourage killers with approving smiles.

Beside every great success are the seeds of enormous failure. In every failure there's the opportunity seeds of great success. They're not miles apart. So if they're that close together and if you're really working you're always gonna have that likelihood that something's not going to work.

My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way and I found that he knew my father well and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.

Smiles tears of all my life! - and if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

Your kids can say some cruel things to you at times. For example Nicole Miles and Sofie are standing there in the room and I'm dressed to kill in my own mind. They'll say to me 'Dad you're not going out there looking like that are you?' If that doesn't kill a star I don't know what does!

I just went off for two months traveling around Europe on a motorcycle and pretty much turned my phone off. I did 5 000 miles with my dad. We went through Holland Germany Austria Slovenia Croatia Bosnia Montenegro Italy... and then I did Spain and France by myself.

As life runs on the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change Neath every one a friend.

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

When they searched my car they said that they found a gasoline canister and I think duct tape. Who wouldn't have a gasoline canister on them when driving 3 000 miles across country?

Everything officers go through in any chase anywhere in the country but amped up 100 times! I'm right in the thick of things in a car going like 80 miles an hour and doing 360s in the middle of the road. It was a wild ride.

As you get older things conk out. It's a bit like a car. As long as it's something the mechanics can fix you can chug on for a few more thousand miles.

I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.

And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way stopped the car got out took us through the path in the woods where the craft was on the ground.

You know if you're Guy Kawasaki and you create a car that gets 500 miles a gallon with zero emissions people on the Internet would say: 'I could have done that in half an hour and it's been done before. What's the big deal? I expected something more from him.' Meanwhile they didn't do it right? They're still living at home with their mothers.

I don't purposely speed but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.

My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.

They think they can make fuel from horse manure - now I don't know if your car will be able to get 30 miles to the gallon but it's sure gonna put a stop to siphoning.

Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down.

Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn't just a new livelihood. It was a new life.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.

I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired.