I see the world as an illusion, and we shouldn't take ourselves so seriously

What's real? What's not? That's what I do in my act, test how other people deal with reality.

As they say in my country, the only thing that separates us from the animals is mindless superstition and pointless ritual.

There's no way to describe what I do. It's just me.

I never told a joke in my life.

My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didnt think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?

When I perform, it's very personal. I'm sharing things I like, inviting the audience into my room.

The critics try to intellectualize my material. There's no satire involved. Satire is a concept that can only be understood by adults. My stuff is straight, for people of all ages.

I just want real reactions. I want people to laugh from the gut, be sad from the gut - or get angry from the gut.

Theres no drama like wrestling.

That was part of the whole original concept. We were thinking, it's off-season, let's do a really fun, local-oriented event, raise money for good causes and bring some music to the valley.

When that little clock on my wall says “Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! It’s half past time to write”, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.

We were told that we had to win. Against whom? The atom? Physics? The universe? Victory is not an event for us, but a process.

The foremost art of kings is the power to endure hatred.

The assumption that things which have been conjured in the past will always be conjured in the guiding principle not of rational but of animal behavior.

A mad man sees what he sees.

I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed, and nonviolent redemptive goodwill will proclaim the rule of the land.

Work as hard and as much as you want to on the things you like to do the best.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

He was endowed with the extraordinary powers of endurance characteristic of madmen and simpletons.

Personal voice- prophesy- disrupts the state of communal numbness in which most of us exist.