Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.

I'm not unattractive, but I'm not a matinee idol. I think I have a very non-threatening look - I'm fine, I'm right in the middle.

Instead of telling our young people to plan ahead, we should tell them to plan to be surprised.

Six-year-olds are very wrapped up in their own lives, and that's the way it should be.

As soon as you start to talk about your own mannerisms, you are screwed. Because if you are aware of your own mannerisms, or beyond that even what makes any one thing funny to people, I really ascribe to that that if you start deconstructing it too much, it is immediately not funny.

It's nice to find people who live on the fringe, finding one another and she's just unrelentingly funny.

If somebody takes the parking place you were waiting for, I tend to kind of let it roll off my back. Maybe I'm harboring a lot of something and it will all explode somewhere down the road, but I tend to just let it slide off my back.