I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva

I’m gonna go, go, go

There’s no stopping me.

Worry is like racing the engine of an automobile without letting in the clutch.

But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything

I love it in the States. TheI love it in the States. The roads are big, the food is big. If it was possible to be in L.A. and still live my racing life, I would move now.