My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.

I accept the fact that angels are great heavenly beings, and I think some people give me the feeling that I'm with an angel.

I saw a limit to what I was giving as kind of a scam I was running on the KGB, by giving them people that I knew were their double agents fed to us.

And when people give me their word, I listen to them.

People always give me styling products and stuff.

Give me a strapless gown and a rhinestone-studded guitar and some 55-year-olds in my audience, along with their kids and grandkids. Don't give me 'boogie'!