I drive a V10 Ford Excursion and I have to tell folks all the time: look I've got five kids and a dog and birds. I would have to have two Lincolns with two V8s, you see, so it would be 16 cylinders.

Everyone fears the cut of the blade. It doesn't matter after that. I know the spirit survives as there is so much evidence of the survival of the personality in the afterlife.

I live in a high rise with my family part of the year in New York and I don't know three quarters of the people in the building. We live in the same square-footage and I wouldn't know who they were.

Am I a trance medium? No. Have I got a gift psychically? Absolutely not. But I believe in the survival of consciousness after death.

I had the most absurd nightmare. I was poor and no one liked me.

There's huge, massive mother ships going up to the Yukon. They've been filmed and are on video.

I not only believe, I believe that there are many different species of ships, there are many different species of extraterrestrials, and not all of them are up to good.