It's been nine years of do nothing by eat, breath and sleep ferrets; I've done everything I could.

For the first year we rescued 250 ferrets and after that it's been 375 to 400 a year.

They're going to end up - I don't want to think about it; it haunts me.

I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can't see; I can't talk properly; I can't do anything without help. The only think I can do properly is think. And I know how to exploit my condition. I've had years of practice.

I was trying to go to sleep. Then all of the sudden everything just started crashing and catching on fire and people hollering and running. It was awful.

I miss the childish days of my youth, when each day was as long as a month is now.