Wouldn't it be nice if all the people who are lonesome could live in one big dormitory, sleep in beds next to each other, talk, laugh, and keep the lights on as long as they want to?

Once you take away the struggle for food, clothing and shelter, work is the one four letter word that offends everyone.

Guys are like dogs. They keep comin' back. Ladies are like cats. Yell at a cat one time, they're gone.

The only honest art form is laughter, comedy. You can't fake it.

You know there's no crooked politicians. There's never a lie because there is never any truth.

Trying to figure things out was my gig. Without the human condition, there's no struggle, no pain and that means no laughter.

What you end up with is outrageousness without the laugh - comedy as electro shock therapy.