This is one of my big things of creative pursuits. You have your idea you want to do, but then you got to figure out what does this thing want to be? You got to let it lead you a little.

They seal the subway change-booth guy up inside this thing with bullet-proof glass, closed in on all sides, it's like some kind of Houdini torture tank of doom. How do you breathe in there? It looks like if you put your hand over the change slot, you could suffocate him in thirty seconds.

Taking in a baseball game on TV is also a big treat.

What would the world be like if people said whatever they were thinking, all the time, whenever it came to them? How long would a blind date last? About 13 seconds, I think. Oh, sorry, your rear end is too big. That's ok, your breath stinks anyway. See you later.

Keep your head up in failure and your head down in success.

When men are growing up and they're reading about Batman, Spiderman, Superman ... those are not fantasies ... they're options.

Magazines are another medium I love, because 95% is simply based on 'How the hell are we going to fill all this blank space?