Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.

Sophistication might be described as the ability to cope gracefully with a situation involving the presence of a formidable menace to one's poise and prestige (such as the butler, or the man under the bed - but never the husband).

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

I hate that there's such an emphasis on women in comedy. Are women OK? Are they just as funny as men? Yes!

There is something really horrific for any human being who feels he is being consumed by other people. I'm talking about a writer's critics, who don't address what you've written, but want to probe into your existence and magnify the trivia of your life without any sense of humor, without any sense of context.

I don't think humor is something to be afraid of.

One thing I hate in ethnic comedy is giving the audience the opportunity to laugh in a racist way at a thing. A lot of times dwarf comedians will do that, Arab comics, and gay comics will do it; everyone is laughing, but they're not laughing at the joke, they're laughing at this crazy character.