I have a lot of growing up to do, or a lot of growing down. I think that's probably more appropriate.

It took me ten minutes to write this very sentence. I'm no writer. This is not my calling.

I hope I'm remembered as the king of the world, the noble man who united all the nations of the earth. But that probably won't happen.

If an alien race lands on the planet Earth tomorrow and asks me to prove I'm really here, what do I do? What do I give them? What do I tell them? What do I show them? I can't sing or dance. I can't paint. I've never built anything, and I've never contributed anything significant to the human race.

Every year, in our country, we churn out more job seekers rather than job creators. We have to look at new business models, identify a problem, and work on a solution for the same. Today, the machines I have created have provided employment to many women in the rural areas across the country. Why can't youngsters follow suit?

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.

Howard Hughes was obsessed with me. But at first it seemed as if he were offering me a superb career opportunity.

When I was a little girl, I dreamt of winning grand slams and being No. 1 in the world. That dream stays the same as long as you're doing the career that you're on. I think it would be silly for that to change.