I've always been a big fan of science fiction and of the worlds of the spiritual and the mystic.

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

One minute you're up half a million in soybeans and the next, boom, your kids don't go to college and they've repossessed your Bentley.

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

I like really good movies, but I can enjoy a really bad movie, too.

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.