I was an only child, eventually.

Last night I played a blank tape at full blast. The mime next door went nuts.

I went down the street to the 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, 'Hey, the sign says you're open 24 hours.' He said, 'Yes, but not in a row.'

It seems like we wake up and it's a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, 'What the hell am I doing?'

I met this wonderful girl at Macy's. She was buying clothes and I was putting Slinkies on the escalator.

I just have a relationship with my imagination. It's like my friend, almost.

If one synchronised swimmer drowns, do all the rest have to drown too?