When I read books it's to escape. It's so I don't have to talk to people.

I tell a lot of young performers, 'Go get in trouble. Go commit yourself to something you're not sure you can do.' And I followed my own advice.

Laughter brings the swelling down on our national psyche.

The cost of living keeps going up, although death is surprisingly affordable.

NASA scientists have discovered a new form of life, unfortunately, it won't date them either.

Young girls are obsessed with having a thigh gap. I blame the impossible body standards set by Spongebob.

I must confess that I've never trusted the Web. I've always seen it as a coward's tool. Where does it live? How do you hold it personally responsible? Can you put a distributed network of fiber-optic cable "on notice"? And is it male or female? In other words, can I challenge it to a fight?