Donald Trump
Early in 1989, when (Donald) Trumps bank account was still bulging, a writer asked Trump the inevitable question about what horizons were left to conquer.
“Right now, Im genuinely enjoying myself,” Trump replied. “I work and I dont worry.”
“What about death?” the writer asked. “Dont you worry about dying?”
Trump dealt his stock answer, one that appears in a lot of his interviews. “No,” he said. “Im fatalistic and I protect myself as well as anybody can. I prepare for things.” This time, however, as Trump started walking up the stairs to have dinner with his family, he hesitated for a moment. “No,” he said finally, “I dont believe in reincarnation, heaven or hellbut we go someplace.” Again a pause. “Do you know,” he added, “I cannot, for the life of me, figure out where.”