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.

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

Once I left out what I then considered my best line because there was a suspected column rat in the house.

I've actually gotten so I don't associate television with entertainment very much.

If you have a relative who's lost interest in everything and doesn't get out of bed, who doesn't care for things they used to, can't imagine anything that would give them any pleasure, don't fool around with it; get therapy, get help, get medication if that's right for you, or talk therapy, or something.

Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.

History is not reassuring on the subject of the longevity of seemingly lasting great nations, is it?