I've never really thought of myself as depressed so much as I am paralyzed by hope.

My therapist says I'm afraid of success. I guess I could understand that, because after all, fulfilling my potential would REALLY cut into my sitting-around time

In L.A., a lot of comics live here, but we don't get to spend that much time together because we've got to drive 45 minutes home, or do another set. So in San Francisco we can hang out, go for dinner - the community aspect of it is really lovely, as well as seeing people's shows that you don't normally get to see a longer version of.

I think the Internet has made it easier for people to connect with things that they really like, as well as provide a more personal experience, of 'I found this!' and then you can pass it to friends.

The thing that keeps the thoughts coming back is the power that you put in the thought that you can't think of it.

I find it creatively satisfying to write material and say it out loud in a public place, whether or not anyone's listening.

I feel bad about that, that I worship celebrities... but their moods create weather.