My brother Billy was the joke teller. My brother Jim had a really sharp, cutting wit. And the teller of long stories, that was my brother Ed. As a child, I just absorbed everything they said, and I was always in competition for the laughs.

If you tell a joke in the forest, but nobody laughs, was it a joke?

Facts matter not at all. Perception is everything. It's certainty.

I'm a little brother. I've always been small. People have said I have a Napoleon complex. But I've always had to fight for everything that I have.

The trouble with the jokes is that once they're written, I know how they're supposed to work, and all I can do is not hit them. I'm more comfortable improvising. If I have just two or three ideas and I know how the character feels, what the character wants, everything in between is like trapeze work.

Isn't an agnostic just an atheist without balls?