I can't find my car keys in the morning. Trying to get out of my house is a nightmare. 'Where's my wallet? Where are my keys? I have to go find a missing person.'

But now I feel off the grid. I feel that I am not part of the culture. And because I don't have a car I don't really go anywhere to buy things. In fact I have been in a slow process of selling and giving away everything I own.

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.

I hate the outdoors. To me the outdoors is where the car is.

There are people who own cars and are getting free cell phones. A car helps one find a job too. Where do you draw the line?

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.

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

On the dance floor as much as you say 'Ladies you are the car. He is the driver. You can only go where he takes you ' they still try to be in control.

Accidents happen whether they're car accidents friendly fire drug overdoses. Accidents happen and they're tragic. It's like a bomb that goes off and pieces of shrapnel rip into the flesh of the family. It's the families that need the compassion because everywhere they walk every day someone reminds them of their loss.

I have very long legs and I hate driving anything unless it's a boat or an ATV in the jungle. I like to sit in the back of a car where I can look out the window answer my emails on my iPad or hold hands with a pretty girl.

We were racing at circuits where there were no crash barriers in front of the pits and fuel was lying about in churns in the pit lane. A car could easily crash into the pits at any time. It was ridiculous.

The thing about New York is you can leave your house without a plan and find the day. You can't do that in Los Angeles. You need to get in your car all this you can't just drive around like a lunatic. In New York you can literally walk outside and wind up anywhere.

And I think that if I were a for real celebrity that was recognizable everywhere I'd just crawl under a rock and you know have someone run over the rock with a car or something.

Man coaching is a hard job and it requires a lot of time... I hear stories from coaches who tell me that players call them in the middle of the night not knowing where they parked their car.

I could be on 52nd and Third in Manhattan up and ask a strange for directions and they will help you that's a rural heart. Your car breaks down in the middle of Iowa or somewhere or Tennessee where I'm from people want to help each other. Given each opportunity you see how people come together.

Eventually I did that but it took a lot of twists and turns and there were a year or two there where I was living with no money at all - no home no car no nothing. I was living in somebody's garage in Los Angeles at that point - for a year.

I will never have a drink and get behind the wheel of a car. It's not illegal to drink and drive but there becomes a certain point where it does become a crime.

This is like my dad's race team where we had one Legend car. If we wrecked it we couldn't race the next week unless we had enough parts to put it back together again.

I'm not a car guy. The subway gets me where I need to go efficiently and cheaply and I don't worry about traffic.

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.

The image is where you have dinner at night who you're seeing. It's what car you drive and how you dress. People in the industry sell that and it creates a dream. There's nothing else.

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.

In L.A. I don't really want to go out because traffic sucks so bad. I'm sorry I'm not going to spend five hours a day in my car so you have to choose where you live very carefully.

Anyone can write a story based on the kind of horror where you see a guy in car and then there's the bad guy in the back seat. It's infantile to rely on that for telling a story. That's like going to bed and thinking there's a monster under your bed. It's silly.