My most persistent memory of stand - up is of my mouth being in the present and my mind being in the future: the mouth speaking the line, the body delivering the gesture, while the mind looks back, observing, analyzing, judging, worrying, and then deciding when and what to say next. Enjoyment while performing was rare - enjoyment would have been an indulgent loss of focus that comedy cannot afford.

She didn't even finish her last sentence; it just trailed off. I think the subject had changed in her head while her mouth had continued on the old topic, not realizing it was out of supplies.

Thankfully, perseverance is a good substitute for talent.

To have someone play off and be with a band is more pleasurable.

Talent is the ability to say things well, but genius is the ability to, well, say things.

I didn't worry if a bit got no response, as long as I believed it had enough response to linger.

She was feeling her bohemian oats.