“For a while last summer I was depressed because nothing was happening. It got to the point where people like me were getting films, so I decided to focus on stand-up. It kind of saved my life.”

Generally, I am just myself, a crazy John Belushi type. But I’m not comparing myself to him. I think I am against stereotype. Generally Asian guys are more quiet – they study and have a good work ethic. Generally, I have none of those things.

I’m one of those people that will walk into a bar, and if I wasn’t a comic – because some people know who I am – I would just blend in.

People think I am crazy because they see me doing stand-up, but I am generally not. I am very sad. I’m one of those guys that lights candles and listens to Rachmaninoff.

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.

I search for summer in every corner of september.

All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.

Open your heart to life before summer is over.

As one sits here in summertime and listens to the cuckoo and all the other bird songs, the crackling and buzzing of insects, as one gazes at the shining colors of flowers, doth one become dumbstruck before the Kingdom of the Creator.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.