I still feel like I gotta prove something. There are a lot of people hoping I fail. But I like that. I need to be hated.

Set about doing good to somebody. Put on your hat and go and visit the sick and poor of your neighborhood; inquire into their circumstances and minister to their wants. Seek out the desolate and afflicted and oppressed. . . I have often tried this method, and have always found it the best medicine for a heavy heart.

Late night television is ready for someone like me... standards have gone to an all-time low.

I'm trapped inside of me and I don't go out at all. I go to bed at eight o'clock at night. I never go out during the week. I'm in psychotherapy four days a week, pretty heavy commitment to it.

I'm on the air five hours, and I blurt out anything in my head. Dangerous? Maybe.

I'm not looking for a paycheck.

I'm about being funny. If I can make a joke using profanity, I will. But for the most part, that can get awfully old and boring.