I don't take compliments so well. I always hang my head and shuffle and kind of try to immediately forget.

I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.

Last night, I had that dream again. I dreamt I had to take a test, in a Dairy Queen, on another planet.

It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.

The audience creates its own personality, I've noticed, in the first five minutes. They will either be generous, funny, silly, withholding, academic, analytical, grudging. And I'm fascinated with how that gets constructed, because it happens right away.

Not many people care what you do. They care about what you do as much as you care about what they do. Think about it. Just exactly that much. You are not the center of the universe.

I just sort of wish people would dance differently. It reminds me of teenage sex.