We were romantics. We didn't just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared. Women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?

I'm an Episcopal, which is Catholic Lite. It's like same religion, half the guilt.

The world is open for play, that everything and everybody is mockable, in a wonderful way.

Go pump some neurons. Expand your craniums

You have an internal critic, an internal drive that says, 'OK, you can do more.' Maybe that's what keeps you going.

Being alone onstage is like legalized insanity.

Decaf is like masturbating with an oven mitt!