It is, I think, harder for women. I haven't quite figured it out, and all of my women friends haven't figured it out -how the hell do you do this? How do you work and have families?

I'm particularly fortunate to be in a position where I can bring my child to work and be able to get good child care. Not a lot of women have that.

There is sexism - I'm not denying its existence. But I'm saying that I will deny its effort against me. I just pay it no nevermind and say, 'Get out of my way.'

I have no agenda except to be funny. Neither I nor the writers profess to offer any worldly wisdom.

I dropped out of college my junior year to do saturday night live, and I didn't even consult my parents. They were very supportive because they had no choice.

I really do like to work. I will work again. But on my terms.

There is tremendous inequity in Hollywood and politics, and I would say globally it's challenging to be a woman and succeed.

If I have chocolate around, I will eat it. I love it, I love it, I love it. I like a piece every day.

Keeping a sense of humor about life. My parents divorced when I was 8, and whenever I felt down, my mom would remind me that a sense of humor gets you through just about anything.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

This is an embarrassment of riches, and boy, am I happy to be embarrassed.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

And a man without memories is just a shell.

Be good, or be good at it.

The internet connects us all and provides this fabulous fact-checking mechanism, and yet at the same time, the power of lies is conveyed much more efficiently now because they're accepted so fast.

You may think you're married to a woman, but she's really an overgrown child.

In the order named, these are the hardest to control - wine, women and song.

Your questions are false if you already know the answer.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

I don't like recording studios - except my own, which is just a little room above the garage.

As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have these to hide from death!