You Put A Guy On A Desert

Wouldn't It Be Nice If All The People Who Are Lonesome Could Live In One Big Dormitory, Sleep In Beds Next To Each Other, Talk, Laugh, And Keep The Lights On As Long As They Want To?

You Can't Do Anything With Anybody's Body To Make It Dirty To Me. Six People, Eight People, One Person - You Can Do Only One Thing To Make It Dirty: Kill It. Hiroshima Was Dirty.

Part Of The Kick Of Making People Laugh Was Doing Something Different. We Were A Rare Breed - Spotting One Of Us Was Like Pinning A Space Alien, Or Abdominal Snowman. There Were Maybe A Hundred Stand-ups In The Whole Country When I Was Doing It.

Satire Is Tragedy Plus Time. You Give It Enough Time, The Public, The Reviewers Will Allow You To Satirize It. Which Is Rather Ridiculous, When You Think About It.

When You're Eight Years Old, Nothing Is Any Of Your Business.