Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.

But, you know, you can't be a star at home.

When I started out. I'd drive a hundred miles to do my act for free.

My spiritual journey has been a good kind of thing I've been on. I guess some people would say I'm obsessed with it, but in a really good way. It's just enjoyable. I don't really have crazy obsessions about things.

I tend to stay up late, not because I'm partying but because it's the only time of the day when I'm alone and don't have to be on, performing.

Don't you just hate it, when you are in bed with three beautiful women, and the least attractive one whispers: save it for me!

So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality. What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it.