Real success and accomplishment, at whatever it is you are passionate about, requires real work. Real sacrifice. Real disappointment. Real failure. And it requires the ability to scrape your sorry ass up off the floor, stumble to your feet, wipe the rivulets of watery drool from your face, and do it again, like an obstinate toddler running against the wall with his head in a bucket.

I love to be busy and be challenged. I'm my happiest when I'm under pressure and almost overwhelmed by how much I have to get done. I wish I could say I'm an architect and planned it this way, foresaw doing all these things, but honestly, I've been lucky that things have come across my path and they've worked out well for me.

I'm such a geek, and have always been a real nerd.

You can only really learn from failure ... To win, you need to fail, and fail hard.

I love it when I come across a word I don't know. And I would never treat my audience like they weren't smart enough to come along with me.

But I love stand-up, and it's where I came from creatively, so it's something I never want to walk away from.

I'm black, and black don't crack. It does droop.