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I Just Hope When My Body Goes, Or When My Mind Does, I Have The Guts To End It The Way Hemingway Did. I Don't Want Anybody Wiping Drool Off My Chin.

I'm A Very Competitive Person. I Always Have Been. And It's Hard To Be Competitive About Something As Amorphous As Acting. But You Can Be Competitive On The Track, Because The Rules Are Very Simple And The Declaration Of The Winner Is Very Concise.

Now Then, If We Were To Go The Lowest Road And Plaster My Face On The Bottle Of Oil And Vinegar Dressing Just To Line Our Pockets, It Would Sink. But To Go The Low Road To Get To The High Road- Shameless Exploitation For Charity, For The Common Good- Now That's An Idea Worth The Hustle, A Reciprocal Trade Agreement.

I Picture My Epitaph: 'here Lies Paul Newman, Who Died A Failure Because His Eyes Turned Brown.

[getting The Truth In The New York Post Has Been As] Difficult As Finding A Good Hamburger In Albania.