So the first time you hear the concept of Halloween when you're a kid your brain can't even process the information. You're like: "What is this? What did you say?" "What did you say about giving out candy? Who's giving out candy?" "Everyone that we know is just giving out candy!"

You know how your charger for your phone? It's like if you had a charger for your whole body and mind

What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses like they're trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?

I feel like humor is the answer to everything. If you have a little bit of humor in the shaker and you can sprinkle that on, that's your answer.

I have no plants in my house. They won't live for me. Some of them don't even wait to die, they commit suicide.

Boy, I miss the days they made toys that could kill a kid.

I am so busy doing nothing... that the idea of doing anything - which as you know, always leads to something - cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything.