I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

My goal on my bucket list is to write a romantic comedy movie.

For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.