Guys want a 500 horsepower car. I'd rather have one horsepower - in a horse. That's macho. You go to pick up your date and you show up on a horse.

I grew up where my parents would literally shove me in the car rather than have to say hello to a neighbor.

I'd rather drive the yellow brick road you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.

It was all that stuff about taking your parents' car when you're 13 sneaking booze into rock shows and ditching school with your friends. I could relate to that as a former teenager rather than as a present parent.

One thing that worried me was how writers get categorized and so they end up having to write the same kind of book again and again. That is fine if it is what you want to do but I would rather be locked in the trunk of my car with a weasel than write the same book every three years until I die.

Come rain or shine I walk short distances rather than taking my car.

I don't put myself on Jeff Beck's level but I can relate to him when he says he'd rather be working on his car collection than playing the guitar.

I want to be remembered for the work that I've done rather than the car accidents that I've gotten into the men that I've not dated - or the man that I have.

In the end the humanities can only be defended by stressing how indispensable they are and this means insisting on their vital role in the whole business of academic learning rather than protesting that like some poor relation they don't cost much to be housed.

I think there are a lot of technocrats in the business who would much rather work with just wheels and gears and machinery. Those things interest them more than humanity and I wish them the best of luck.

My husband had a very strong identity and was successful in his life. Thank God for that. There's no way I can control him. I wouldn't stay married to him if I felt I could. I can readily take my business personality into the home. But he forces me to be a partner rather than the boss.

I went to India and met some people who had been involved in this guerrilla business middle-class people who were rather vain and foolish. There was no revolutionary grandeur to it. Nothing.

Some years ago there was a study to discover the most stressful occupation. It turned out not to be the head of a large business football manager or prime minister but rather: bus driver.

In business you're the Chief Salesman. Create a sense of demand rather than waiting to have demand.

Law is not a profession at all but rather a business service station and repair shop.

Patience is the most necessary quality for business many a man would rather you heard his story than grant his request.

I find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland rather cruel and incompetent comes naturally to me.

I've found the best way is to not be scared of the attention but to be grateful for it and open to it. It makes my days better rather than being annoyed that people want my attention.

As soon as someone tells me: 'You're rather sexy ' I wish I could disappear. If somebody says: 'You were voted the world's sexiest man ' I have no idea what that means. How do I respond? 'Thank you' is the best you can do. George Clooney is the world's sexiest man anyway.

The best teacher is the one who suggests rather than dogmatizes and inspires his listener with the wish to teach himself.

In our so-called democracy we are accustomed to give the majority what they want rather than educate them to understand what is best for them.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

Throughout the centuries man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?