I don’t think anyone ever gets over the surprise of how differently one audience’s reaction is from another.
Every student of comedy should see Dame Edna at least twice.
Can you picture yourself at the age 60 doing what you do now?
I think we live in an age of increasing mediocrity.
Teaching is an art and a profession requiring years of training.
I feel sorry for the poor kids whose parents feel they’re qualified to teach them at home. Of course, some parents are smarter than some teachers, but in the main I see home-schooling as misguided foolishness.
Home schooling as an idea is on a par with home dentistry.
To call New York’s traffic at holiday time a nightmare is to understate.
I have yet to see one of those Comedy Central shows with multiple standup comics that doesn’t include someone the size of the Hindenburg.
In relative youth, we assume we’ll remember everything. Someone should urge the young to think otherwise.
I have a disturbing problem with losing things. My vulnerability to loss-distress could properly be labeled not only inordinate, but neurotic.
Therapists need to give a depressed patient support and direction.
Every time I nostalgically try to regain my liking of John McCain, he reaches into his sleaze bag and pulls out something malodorous.
The brain process that results in a joke materializing where no joke was before remains a mystery. I’m not aware of any scholarly, scientific or neurological studies on the subject.
I’ve actually gotten so I don’t associate television with entertainment very much.
Electronic devices dislike me. There is never a day when something isn’t ailing.
I get a kick out of people saying I was funny.
William F. Buckley was a man who had a great capacity for fun and for amusing himself by amazing others.
Just think of all the billions of coincidences that don’t happen.
I’m not freakishly short. I had, on my show, used shortness as a joke subject; it didn’t really bother me.