I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

I'm not embarrassed about who I am. I'm not apologetic.

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.

I am forever grateful for 'Cheers.'

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

I am a gypsy, in a way. It's a condition of my profession.