I live in racist America and I'm uneducated, yet a lot of people love me and like what I do, and I can make a living from it. You can't do much better than that.

I had some great things and I had some bad things. The best and the worst . . . In other words, I had a life.

I urge you to ask yourself just how honorable it is to preside over the abuse and suffering of animals.

I just don't want to die alone, that's all. That's not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.

But for the use of physical punishment by, and fear of their oppressors, animals would never be a part of a circus.

I know that if I wasn't scared, something's wrong, because the thrill is what's scary.

The MS really started going downhill in 1990.