When I was young, I wanted to be a dramatic writer, a writer of tragedy. Nothing would've pleased me more than if I could have written like Eugene O'Neil or Tennessee Williams.

I'm a creature of the New York City streets.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

There's nothing sexier than a lapsed Catholic.

I can levitate birds. No one cares.

I just can't listen to any more Wagner, you know...I'm starting to get the urge to conquer Poland.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?