The truth is, if anything, I'm probably addicted to laughter.

We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.

The entire world will be in nuclear war, and only the Swiss will be going, 'what's that noise?'

Politics is so personal, vicious and immediate, how are you going to get anything done? Even the local politics where I live have gotten so ugly.

To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.

Even when I did my Broadway show, I did 15 minutes no one had seen before, because that was the night that Michael Jackson protested about Al Sharpton bailing on him. I said, "Wow, if that man bails on you, this must be really a lost cause."

If you don't keep pushing the limits, you wake up one day and you're the "center square to block."