As For Being A Voice In Politics,

When I Played The Sahara Hotel In Las Vegas On New Year's Eve, I Got To Bring Wiley, My 85-pound Black Lab. He's Responsible For My Favorite New Year's Memory Of All: At The End Of The Show, He Ran Onstage And Then Out Across All The Tables In The Showroom, Sending Champagne Glasses And Gamblers Flying.

Incredibly, Almost Every Hotel I Ever Played In Vegas Was Blown Up Shortly Afterward: The Dunes, The Sands, The Landmark, The Aladdin, The Frontier, The Hacienda, The Stardust - All Were Imploded.

I Think About Death. I Don't Want To Die With Clothes In The Cleaners.

You Know, If You Need 100 Rounds To Kill A Deer, Maybe Hunting Isn't Your Sport.

I'm Just A Person Trapped Inside A Woman's Body.