Love is. the flower of life and blossoms unexpectedly and without law and must be plucked where it is found and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

If I only could explain How much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.

If a lawyer, if a teacher, if a bus driver, if they're on $40, 000 and they get offered a lot more to go somewhere else, what do you think they're going to do?

It's much more interesting to embrace who you really are rather than waste energy pretending to be someone else.

With stand-up, there's a little bit of an exaggerated reality because things have to be manipulated to create comedy, to create jokes.

I have a debt, a loyalty to the museum; the best place for me to do what I wanted to do.

So loud was the wailing of the women and children that there was not one man among us whose heart did not bleed at the sound.

My goal was to make first lieutenant. I never spent a lot of time worrying about what came after that.

It's just so weird when an entire nation knows what you are going through.

My father bought me a little cardboard accordion, and when I was three I got this little machine.