Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.

Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher. It's a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.

I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.

You know the bad thing about being a survivor... You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.

Don't disparage ignorance. If it weren't for ignorance we wouldn't have anything to learn.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

All men that are ruined are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.

It's weird that people expect me to be funny. I find it a real burden when I'm expected to be humorous on talk shows.

My mom was always the supplier of soccer balls, and so people were always knocking on my door, and trying to get me out so we could play.

Action comedy, if you can get it right, it is, for me, a particularly brilliant genre. It really is.

No man can be patient who has not strong passions, for patience is passion tamed.

Mothers ought to bring up and nurse their own children; for they bring them up with greater affection and with greater anxiety, as loving them from the heart, and so to speak, every inch of them.

It is precisely because we cannot see God that we can only know that our prayer is valid by the effect it has upon our lives, by the way we treat our neighbor.