Certainly, you want to be liked, but as you gain confidence and experience you're more concerned with expressing yourself and what matters to you.

I often think about my future wife and how lax she's been about getting in touch with me.

I'm keeping in shape, you know, gotta look good for the ladies - and certain guys. Hey, I can't control who's looking. I just gotta bring the heat.

You'll get them tomorrow. You gave it a good shot. Keep your chin up.

The more you perform, the more adept you get at the nuances of navigating that communal conversation.

I belong to a gym now... well, let me rephrase that: I don't belong there at all, but I go.

The blues is a hopeful music. It helps you process something rather than avoid it. It's like mourning, in essence.

I think there comes a time in any comedian's career where they can either coast or keep growing and evolving.

Comedy takes all of life and puts it through a lens of acceptance, just by the mere act of talking about it on stage in a communal setting. It's very primal and ritualistic in that sense.

Inherent in mourning is celebration. Mourning without celebration or some form of acceptance leaves you stuck.

Comedians act every night on stage, so they have great performing chops. They especially know how to play themselves, which is how we set 'Teachers Lounge' up.

Obstacles are opportunities turned upside down...or prisons self-imposed.

Don't be discouraged if you think you're not a great writer because terrible writers are successful in Hollywood

I would love to option 'Crying of Lot 49 and turn it into a movie.

We are standing on the threshold of a world-epoch of religious creativeness, on a cosmic divide.

Last year my birthday cake looked like a prairie fire.

Every community has its own specialty and it's not just for clothing obviously, but for the home, etc.

I call it viewing from afar, they call it stalking.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

One may imagine that a man who blew the trumpet for his living would be glad to play the violin for his amusement.