There's no way to describe what I do. It's just me.

There's no way to describe what I do. It's just me.

I just want real reactions. I want people to laugh from the gut, be sad from the gut - or get angry from the gut.

My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?

I know it's corny, but laughter is a two-way gift, and hearing people laugh just warms me through and through.

While all the other kids were out playing ball and stuff, I used to stay in my room and imagine that there was a camera in the wall. And I used to really believe that I was putting on a television show and that it was going out to somewhere in the world.