I've spent so much of my adult life in relationships that it's actually quite pleasant to be alone at last. I turned thirty-six the other day, which staggers me when I think about it.

If comedians were truly free of repression, there would not be an inherent need to perform for the love of a roomful of total strangers.

Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship.

I have two vintage typewriters. One just about works and the other hasn't a hope in hell, bless it. But they're both beautiful, and they'll stay with me just as long as there's a roof over my head.