I think what drove me insane for a long time is feeling like I hadn't earned most of what I achieved because it came so fast.

There are people who drove me crazy but they got the job done. And when I see that person again I nod my head. Respect.

I wanted to translate from one flat surface to another. In fact my learning disabilities controlled a lot of things. I don't recognize faces so I'm sure it's what drove me to portraits in the first place.

To me the Seventies were very inspirational and very influential... With my whole persona as Snoop Dogg as a person as a rapper. I just love the Seventies style the way all the players dressed nice you know kept their hair looking good drove sharp cars and they talked real slick.

Those were the ideals that drove us to nationalization of the health service.

Without a trace of irony I can say I have been blessed with brilliant enemies. I owe them a great debt because they redoubled my energies and drove me in new directions.

The truth is in California you can't build a new manufacturing facility and businesses are leaving in droves because of bad government policy.

I woke up one morning to find I was famous. I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard wearing dark specs and a white suit waving like the Queen Mum.

My failure during the first five or six years of my art training to get set in the right direction and the disappointment which it caused me drove me the more persistently into writing as an alternative.

My dad was my first coach and drove me extremely hard from a very young age.

One afternoon when I was 9 my dad told me I'd be skipping school the next day. Then we drove 12 hours from Melbourne to Sydney for the Centenary Test a once-in-a-lifetime commemorative cricket match. It was great fun - especially for a kid who was a massive sports fan.

There was a time in L.A. when I drove to 7-Eleven to go grocery shopping and I locked my keys in my car which wasn't insured. My wallet was in there and I couldn't call AAA because I only had $7 in my bank account. It was one of those moments where I was like 'O.K. I literally have nothing right now.'

Since September 11 security has been increased everywhere and we have new IDs to get on to the Fox lot. I drove to the security gate but realized I'd left my ID in my other car. I just broke into that voice - 'Hey man I'm Bart Simpson. Who else sounds like this?' The guard waved me through.

When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.

You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.

I once went to one of those parties where everyone throws their car keys into the middle of the room. I don't know who got my moped but I drove that Peugeot for years.

On my job I end up jumping out of planes. Last week I got in an 18-wheeler and drove down a runway onto a skid track. The week before that they put me in a car and sunk me to the bottom of a lake to see if I could escape without an oxygen tank.

The biggest thrill a ballplayer can have is when your son takes after you. That happened when my Bobby was in his championship Little League game. He really showed me something. Struck out three times. Made an error that lost the game. Parents were throwing things at our car and swearing at us as we drove off. Gosh I was proud.

The people who criticise you will not be the ones taking care of your legs when you are in your wheelchair. People who never drove a car in these conditions they just don't know.

I think that Indy is special to me. The greater the distance between the last time I drove an Indy car and the next time I wouldn't like that to be too big.

I enjoy racing historic motorcars from the '50s and '60s. The seed of my interest was planted when I was about 12 years old and took over my mother's Morris Minor. I drove it around my father's farm. But my favorite car is still a McLaren F1 which I have had for 10 years.

I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.

I had never been able to get a car that said how much I cared about the environment until I drove electric.

The preparation commitment and desire to win will be no less than the last time I drove a grand prix car in anger.