English is an outrageous tangle of those derivations and other multifarious linguistic influences, from Yiddish to Shoshone, which has grown up around a gnarly core of chewy, clangorous yawps derived from ancestors who painted themselves blue to frighten their enemies.

Lots of people have expressed consternation that I haven't gotten rid of Southern accent, but I just never saw any reason to lose the flavor that I grew up with. I enjoy saying some things with a Southern accent.

Think about scary movies: There's a fine line between horror and humor.

New York walking isn't exercise: it's a continually showing make-your-own movie.

A picture's worth a thousand words? A library card's worth millions.

If a cat spoke, it would say things like, 'Hey, I don't see the problem here.'

I just think lots of words have physicality. How about the word 'wobble?' You think that's arbitrary? When you say the word 'wince,' you wince. How about that?