It [humor] inhabits the marginal.
[On John Cleese:] He sometimes seems to swat at his own thoughts as if they were bees.
Great comedy calls large matters into question.
The masters of the comic spirit are often our prophets.
Rosalia is dressed in raven clothes forty years too old for her, so that she seems to be in mourning for her life.
jokes are ideally pleasurable. They are an act of assassination without a corpse, a moment of total annihilation that paradoxically makes anything possible.