I knew I couldn't live in America and I wasn't ready to move to Europe so I moved to an island off the coast of America - New York City .

One of the ways to reincarnate is to tell your story.

I'm kind of this control freak that likes to create his own hells before the real one can get to him

Everything is contingent, and there is also chaos.

How theraputic it is to surrond yourself with people stranger than yourself.

I see [my pen] as an extension of my musculature. It's like being a painter. It's the closest I can get to my breath.

I was darkly convinced that at age 52 I would kill myself because my mother committed suicide at that age. I was fantasizing that she was waiting for me on the other side of the grave.

Real life has always let me down. That's why I do the monologues. I have always said I would rather tell a life than live a life. But I have to live a life in order to tell one.

If I can make people laugh it's like being a good lover.

The only thing I don't doubt is my doubt.

I refer to jet lag as 'jet-psychosis - there's an old saying that the spirit cannot move faster than a camel.

Kate, I can't live my life in the shadow of your fears.

Imagination is a powerful magnet. The power of imagination

Because if I ever get nailed, I don’t want you running out to get the same medicine. Believe me, if it’s you lying out there, I’m gonna make sure you’re alive before I go.

I know I've got a lock on the Dutch Hall of Fame.

You know...they say an elephant never forgets. What they don't tell you is, you never forget an elephant.

I don't have many hobbies. If I think of hobbies, maybe ping pong. But I don't have a desire to get a ping pong medal.

Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's a day you've had everything to do and you've done it.

I grew up in a house where there were no taboos, so it came originally from a pretty innocent place, where I was shocked at the things that shocked people.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.