Jesus Christ was the biggest blight on the human race, he was. And all them socialists and communists - second rate Christianity.

It was about the preciousness of that, and how they viewed those birds as art, as something valuable. I didn't care one way or another back then, but now, thinking about my grandparents - who are still alive but getting older - I see the birds as sort of time capsules. Now I go home during the holidays and they hold a lot of weight in terms of nostalgia and memory. Now they mean everything.

It's a wonderful life if you can find it.

I am not interested in anything that doesn't have a genuine heart to it. You've got to have soul in the hole. If that isn't there, I don't see the point.

I consider myself to be first and foremost a comic writer. The way I entertain myself - especially in those long and grim hours in the office - is to write stuff I find funny.

Your limitations make you the wonderful disaster you most probably are.

Brother, be a brother, fill this tiny cup of mine. And please, sir, make it whiskey: I have no head for wine!