I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.

To act out something or take chances in the performance is one thing. But in terms of a camera, whatever's captured is captured so that's a little more daunting. You know you can't go back next week and fix it. Whereas in a live audience you know it's so in the moment and you just go with what's happening. First of all you never have to see it again so you don't know if you were really fulfilling it or not.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

Instead of working for the survival of the fittest, we should be working for the survival of the wittiest - then we can all die laughing.

There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.