My dad is actually a manic depressive, which is very exciting half the time.

It always astounds me that over the course of my career, and having lived in four comedy cities - New York, Boston, San Francisco, and Los Angeles - there's very few people I haven't run into.

I'm not for everyone. I'm barely for me.

In the sixties and seventies you could probably name all the great comics. It was still special.

I once talked about wanting to kill myself, but I don't think I was ever really planning on doing it. It was just comforting to know that I could.

I believe in God... just in case. It's like there's some list somewhere and you don't want to be on it. I don't want to say THERE'S NO GOD! and then die and say, Oh, Hi... Is there some kind of community service I can do?

I just wanted to be a good comic and had no sense of show business, but at some point you want the opportunity to write a show about your life.