My grandmother was a church organist, but we only went on Easter and Christmas Eve sometimes.

I built my church on Easter services, Christmas Eve services, and Norman Vincent Peale.

The only two characters I can play convincingly are myself and a dumber and sweeter version of myself.

My grandma was a church organist for 40 years, and she got me into jazz music and great songwriters, Harold Arlen, George Gershwin, all those folks. I can't do it, but I have a profound respect for it.

Over the years, I've learned that a sense of humor is the only skill that allows you to turn sucking at life into a career.

Over the years, I learned that in my career, unlike in life, sometimes my wheelchair is its own automatic door opener. I was able to win the OWN competition by applying one simple principle: be funny, and admit you suck before anyone else can call you out on it. In other words, make the narrative of your failure a comedy.