In New York, you are constantly faced with this very urgent decision that you have to make, about every twenty minutes...you have to decide, immediately, you have to go "Ohmigod. Do I look at the most beautiful woman in the world or the craziest guy in the world?"

I'm pretty happy. I obviously have complaints about things, but for the most part, I'm on the above-average side of happy people.

If you wanna find out 101 things to do with plums, heh, read your in-flight magazine.

You have to have some level of attachment, you can still have passion and believe but it has to be softened somewhat.

Most people who have kids are, "Hey, I want another me. I like me. I'm pretty cool, and I've got really great ideas, and the way I think is the right way to think. Let's put another one of me out there.

You can't just yell jokes at people.

I went to a bunch of marches in New York and Washington, and you know I believe in the cause, but to march with those people takes a lot of compromise on my end.