The greatest benefit of depression is the fact that when I have talked about it, every so often someone comes up and says, you saved my dad's life.

When I'm doing an appearance somewhere and taking questions from the audience, I can always count on: 'Tell about the guy who died on your show!'

I haven't ever found any great writing on that wonderful and often unappreciated art form, the insult.

I'm not sure why writing for others became harder. Probably a reluctance to give away anything you might conceivably use yourself caused a block. I did it, but it remained hard when it had once been easy.

Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently.

In relative youth, we assume we'll remember everything. Someone should urge the young to think otherwise.

Show people tend to treat their finances like their dentistry. They assume the man handling it knows what he is doing.