The tragic hero usurps the function of the gods and attempts to remake the world.

When we accomplish one thing, our ego wants to bask in the glory, though our soul is ready to move on to the next.

There’s no more perfect way to fall asleep than having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.

Or maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.

When I'm writing columns, it's - all I'm thinking about is jokes, joke, joke, joke, setup, punch line, joke, joke, joke. And I really don't care where it goes.

Fantasy should be as close as possible to journalism.

To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

If all the lawyers were hanged tomorrow, and their bones were sold to a mah jong factory, we'd all be freer and safer, and our taxes would be reduced by almost a half.

When you're on an ensemble show and you're messing around with everybody every day and you're not in every scene, and then all of a sudden you're in every scene, it's rough.

Worried about a skin condition? Leap smartly into a bath of porridge.

I always like to learn, but I don't always like to be taught.