I’ve become fascinated by the idea that it’s really achievable to make two or three small improvements in a week and by the end of the year, it’s 150 improvements.
I’m not sure how a world leader reacts to the work of a clown.
I don’t know if I want to be a big star though.
I’ll get to make a lot of money and do some bad sitcoms.
I’ve learned sometimes you just have to take the bad from people.
If I can get a sanitized version of reality, I’ll take it.
Performing with anthrax in the building is not nearly as difficult as performing in a home where you might get stabbed at night.
It’s tough to play the right chord on the instrument when there’s someone out there who wants to kill you.
Some of the funniest people I know are not screwed up in the head.
The danger with running for president is sooner or later some sound bite is going hit.
I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.
I was diagnosed with everything from schizophrenia to multiple personality disorder.
College kids, don’t be taking examples from me.
I belong to the Democratic Party.
Doctors didn’t know what to do with me.
I have to give the SNL crew props – it cannot have been easy to work with me.
I perform in the major leagues of what I do. It’s incredible.
I was never in a mental institution for a long time. I was in psych wards.
I ran into an extraordinary doctor. He got up inside my head and figured out how my brain processed things, what my core values were, what my inner dialogue was.
It can’t have been fun to live with somebody whose brain was under siege.
My brilliant psychiatrist Dr. K. had told me that the only way to move on from trauma is forgiveness, giving up the right to hit back harder than you were hit in the first place.