I have a disturbing problem with losing things. My vulnerability to loss-distress could properly be labeled not only inordinate, but neurotic.

Statistically, I'd say comedy writers are perhaps the sanest category of show people. And why not? They make big money, and although it's not an easy trade - particularly when you're at your galley oar five days a week - it's easier on the nerves and the psyche than living with the brain-squeezing pressure and cares of being the Star.

Home schooling as an idea is on a par with home dentistry.

Sloppy language leads to sloppy thought, and sloppy thought to sloppy legislation.

If your parents never had children, chances are... neither will you.

My IQ is somewhere between Spiro Agnew's and Albert Einstein's.

The authority of depression is horrifying. I felt like my brain was busted and that I could never feel good again. I really thought that I was never gonna heal.