If 'what Doesn't Kill You Makes You

I Think When You Dissect A Joke Too Much, You Have Ruined Whatever There Is In Comedy.

The Other Day My Twelve-year-old Says To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You Right Now. You're In The Car With Me, You're Checking Your E-mail, You're Not Listening To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You. And I Say, You Know What? That Was Your Mother's Gripe, Too. And She Was Right. And You're Also Correct. When You Cop To Something, You Get To The Next Level. In This Case, The Next Level Is: I Just Learned Something From My Twelve-year-old.

I'm Fortunate To Know A Lot Of Incredibly Talented People, And They All Want To Be A Penguin.

Oil Is Sixty Dollars A Barrel. There Are Terrorists Everywhere. We Have A Catastrophe In Our World Every Ten Minutes. I Don't Know How Anybody's Getting Through Anything. Right Now, People Just Need To Be Entertained.

Sometimes I Wish I Hadn't Said Something Foolish. It Is Then That I Realize The Power Of Mime.