Here's how my brain works: It's stupidity, followed by self-hatred, and then further analysis.

Gay men have to go through something to own their - who they are. They get beat up. They get ostracized. Whatever they go through, if they survive it, they come out very confident people.

Anytime you see a bit where some stranger does something to me, it's me.

Sadness is poetic. You're lucky to live sad moments. When you let yourself be sad, your body has antibodies. It has happiness that comes rushing in to meet the sadness.

Breaking records is not something you expect to be doing. That's like a sports thing, it's not usually a comedy and writing thing.

I was raised by a hard-working single mother, so my first role model was a woman. My only caretaker was a woman, and I have three sisters, so my community was girls. I have two girls, and my dog is a girl. My dead dog was a girl. I don't know. I guess I've always keyed in on that perspective.

I could never sit down and write jokes.