“Because real thoughts come from outside and travel with us like the noodle soup we take to work; in other words, inquisitors burn books in vain.”

I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.

Eleanor Roosevelt doesn’t ever do anything that is going to hurt her husband. She tries things out on him. She gets permission to do things.

A symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer’s eye and soul.

It’s interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.

I’m not comically oriented. I get angry and I start complaining and then people start laughing. I don’t even want them to laugh half the time.

It’s really about committing super-hard to whatever you’re trying to create. In essence, I’m just copying my favorite comedic actors, and it’s the people who make me laugh the hardest who commit the hardest.

We all look to have transcendent experiences that lift us out of the everyday, and fear is a good one. But, I think it’s the same reason why people want to laugh their heads off.

I just consider myself a piece of the puzzle and I’m lucky enough to be asked or invited to the party, if you will. I hope I can bring some laughs and grimaces to the fans.

My new shorty got a gymnastic back, ’87 emerald green on a classic Jag. She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn’t help but laugh…she ordered Chicken Parm.

We laugh at the efforts of the musk deer to find the source of the scent which comes from itself and despair at our efforts to find the peace which is our essence.

It is good to laugh. Laughter is spiritual relaxation.

The monster London laugh at me.