My first concert isn't that cool or ironic. I wish it had been like, "My first concert was the Backstreet Boys," but the first concert I went to, I think, was this band called The Samples.

It's not that weird, but when I was in Peru, I ate a guinea pig. If you're going to eat guinea pig, you call it cuy. Cute word for such a cute little animal that I ate a few times.

Oftentimes the shows that don't work help you get it right.

Contrary to widespread belief, I do know something about science.

I like an otter. I like a sea lion. I like a walrus. That's my favorite version of a sea creature.

I'm sure there are people who say like, "I was wearing weird emo eyeliner," but there's something pretty embarrassing about the jazz phase.

I have what I guess is medically known as a farting problem.

Whether it's corporate investigations or comedy, there are certain inherent truths to trying to get what you want while trying to be a decent person doing it.

I was, like, a history major, and I minored in art and Spanish, but I found myself gravitating toward media studies as time went on.

Sometimes shows suffer from having many cooks in the kitchen.

I would be psyched to get a phone call from Al Sharpton. I need to find out who does his hair. It's beautiful. It's a gorgeous mane.

If you care about what you do and work hard at it, there isn't anything you can't do if you want to.

In our life there is a single color as on an artist's palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

Stringent standards of self-evaluation [can] make otherwise objective successes seem to be personal failures

Men have to descend from their pedestal and learn how to be more broadminded and spiritual.

Celebrate your people's success, not your own.

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

Any time you think you have the game conquered, the game will turn around and punch you right in the nose.

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

On what can we now place our hopes of solving the many riddles which still exist as to the origin and composition of cosmic rays?

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.