When I was a kid, I wanted to walk with my dad's limp - my dad was my hero - but that infuriated him, and he would make me walk back and forth in the living room until I walked without it.

I had done the sitcom thing to lesser and lesser degrees of success.

I decided sitcoms weren't for me.

I have a talent for missing the best and greatest parties.

My grandmother was born in 1900, and she would regale me with tales I call 'Little House on the Prairie' tales, but they were tales of segregated and racist America growing up in Alabama and Mississippi, where she came from.

My father contracted polio on a troop train in Korea.

I, myself, identify myself as a heathen.