Calgary wins for my coldest New Year's Eve gig. That's when I learned Fahrenheit and Celsius cross at 40 below. I could see callers' breath coming out of my phone.

I'm just a person trapped inside a woman's body.

I think about death. I don't want to die with clothes in the cleaners.

You know you are in love when you are willing to share your cash-machine number.

Wouldn't it be great if you could only get AIDS by giving money to television preachers?

I don't categorize myself. I don't think I'm perceived as a female act by my audience. My fans include just as many men as women.

I have no complaints about losing money I put in high-risk investments. I did some of that when I had real money; my informed choice, my measured gamble.