“The brilliance of Max Brooks is that he always quotes authorities at the back of his books that never existed. Like a Russian professor he made up that validates a story or character.”

Oh, I’m not a true genius. I’m a near genius. I would say I’m a short genius. I’d rather be tall and normal than a short genius.

Look, I don’t want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you’re alive you’ve got to flap your arms and legs.

But I have bad taste with a deep fount of intellectuality.

My job is to go out and entertain the most people possible.

I’ll accept bad taste in a minute, as long as there’s some great comedy minds and performances.

A brushstroke of vanity is good to add into the mix, to balance your timidity.

You got to be brave. If you feel something, you’ve really got to risk it.

We rest our case on the production numbers.

As long as the world is turning and spinning, we’re gonna be dizzy and we’re gonna make mistakes.

Mad About You’ was very fun.

The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.

Well, you know, ‘Spaceballs’ is a weird combination, because it’s a simple, sweet little fairytale, and it’s crazy and out-there and making fun of and taking apart sci-fi, ‘Star Wars’, and ‘Star Trek’.

It’s talent. Either you got it or you ain’t.

If God wanted us to fly, He would have given us tickets.

We want to get people laughing; we don’t want to offend anybody.

I wish I was better looking.

How do we fight back? By creating art.

You can’t have a back door that’s only for the good guys.

I should probably confess that ice cream is my favorite food, and i eat it every night. When i go grocery shopping, i try to buy a new flavor, rather than reverting back to a favorite flavor. I’m on a mission to taste every flavor of ice cream out there!

Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.

The meeting was like a war council with donuts. Then again, back at Camp Half-Blood they used to have their most serious discussions around the Ping-Pong table in the rec room with crackers and Cheez Whiz, so Percy felt right at home.

The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

I always love it when I hear back from kids who say they discovered Percy Jackson and now wear their learning difference as a badge of honour.

Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair; these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.