So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality.

Some nights it was a melee, literally, where I'd be standing trying to defend myself for what I was doing. People would be screaming at me to do my old act, and getting actually violent and angry at me.

What’s yours? How will you serve the world? What do they need that your talent can provide? That’s all you have to figure out.

Heaven is on the other side of that feeling you get when you’re sitting on the couch and you get up and make a triple-decker sandwich. It’s on the other side of that, when you don’t make the sandwich. It’s about sacrifice... It’s about giving up the things that basically keep you from feeling. That’s what I believe, anyway. I’m always asking, "What am I going to give up next?" Because I want to feel.

Lots of people say if you dredge too much stuff up, you'll go crazy - "You'll go insane!" But for a comedian, insanity is not a problem. It's a goal.

When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.

In retrospect it always seems to work out that you can look back on something that was a disaster and find some gems in there.