I don't drive around London much. Any journey around Islington involves hundreds of speed bumps that seem to tear the bottom of your car off.

Men are superior to women for one thing they can urinate from a speeding car.

Just because you put higher-octane gasoline in your car doesn't mean you can break the speed limit. The speed limit's still 65.

People spend so much time in their cars and it's a legal way to have fun by speeding a little bit or testing yourself a little bit and you get to invest in your car. For some people it becomes their baby.

When you walk the track and you see a corner and realise you were going round it at 160mph you wonder who could be so stupid to take a corner at that speed. But in the car you don't even think about that.

The fast flowing parts the high-speed corners that's where a Formula One car is at its best - changes of direction pulling high g-forces left and right.

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.

There is a limit to the application of democratic methods. You can inquire of all the passengers as to what type of car they like to ride in but it is impossible to question them as to whether to apply the brakes when the train is at full speed and accident threatens.

American stuntmen are smart - they think about safety. When they do a jump in a car they calculate everything: the speed the distance... But in Hong Kong we don't know how to count. Everything we do is a guess. If you've got the guts you do it. All of my stuntmen have gotten hurt.

I like physics. I think it is the best science out of all three of them because generally it's more useful. You learn about speed and velocity and time and that's all clever stuff.