I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Imagine people calling you to find out if you're dead. I've led a real crazy life at times, and I've had many strange things happen to me, but that was one of the strangest.

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

I'm slower and some days are better than others, but I'm a fighter.

Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?

Have you ever noticed how quiet you get when you go in the woods? It's almost like you know that God's there.

I believe the ability to think is blessed. If you can think about a situation, you can deal with it. The big struggle is to keep your head clear enough to think.