My Dad Is Actually A Manic Depressive,

There's This Whole Post-modern, Nuevo Beatnik, Retro-bohemian Thing Going On, You Know What I Mean? You Walk Into Some Coffee Shops, And It Feels Like You're An Ex-patriot In Paris In The 20s. You're Like, 'hey, Isn't That A Young Ernest Hemingway Over There? Yeah, I Think It Is! Hey, Let's Go Have A Look And See What He's Writing... It's A Gap Application.'

I Look At Every Book As A Self-help Book.

When I Was A Young Comic In New York And I Wasn't Getting Any Work, I Was Wandering Around The Lower East Side With My Notebook. I Would Stop At The Guitar Place On St. Mark's And Talk To That Dude For A While, Then I'd Go To The Bookstore And Talk To That Dude For A Little While. I Had A Guy Over At The Record Store, And I'd Talk To Him For A While. It Kept Me Connected To Life.

I'm Not Completely Sure We Aren't All Living In A Hallucination Now.

Well, Evolution's Just A Theory.' And, I'm Thinking To Myself, 'well, Thank Goodness Gravity's A Law.'