That's what I love about sketch comedy: a sketch is five minutes, then it goes dark, and there's the potential for something else.

Being polite and grateful will make people more inclined to help you. And if people are willing to help you, you may accidentally get something you want.

A mustache really defines your face. My dad had a mustache when I was growing up, and I can still remember when he shaved it, he looked like a completely different person.

Each experience I go through - marriage, my public life, my personal life - I'm learning as I go.

It's the journey, not the destination. I truly believe that.

I always took pictures, but about five or six years ago, I started taking more behind the scenes at SNL, and now I have some 60,000 photos sitting on my laptop.

It's fun to play the type of people you dislike.

I am now The Establishment. There's nothing I can do about it.

I'd love to do a drama.

People are getting cynical about the news. It doesn't seem like there's one place to watch where you get the straight dope. You watch the channel that proves your point.

I'm not buying a boat because of writing skits.

Kindness beautifies your words.Love sweetens your words.Wisdom empowers your words.

I enjoyed writing. Perhaps it was because I hardly heard the sound of my own voice. My written words were my voice, speaking, singing, ... I was there on the page

Real life is to most men a long second best a perpetual compromise between the ideal and the possible.

Sloppy thinking gets worse over time.

The Jewish people, ever since David slew Goliath, have never considered youth as a barrier to leadership.

A really great man is known by three signs: generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, moderation in success.

A newspaper is the lowest thing there is.

Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did.” His eyebrows rose. “Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my hand was between your—” “No!” - Dorian and Eugenie

Maybe I'm just getting old, but I remember when your average NFL player would come to the sideline, spit out three bicuspids, Scotch-tape his humerus together and get back out there.

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.