Nothing to me feels as good as laughing incredibly hard.
In my wildest dreams I never thought – well, I never thought I’d work.
I don’t think of myself as funny – I don’t fill up a room with my humor… I would fail miserably as a stand-up comedian.
Maybe the coolest people are the ones who don’t care about being cool.
For the better part of my adult life, I proudly avoided nerd/nimrod/goober status. I was always just cool enough.
The best food is in Chicago. There are great restaurants everywhere, from fancy places to burger joints.
From cheesecake on a stick to meat skewers to deep-fried bananas on a stick – there are no plates anymore. In Los Angeles, everything has become a corn dog. Actually, corn dogs still work. But most other food should be stickless.
People say, ‘What’s the secret to a marriage?’ There’s no secret – I think you get lucky.
You know, what’s funny to one person is not at all to someone else.
Reading a book, watching a movie, going to a play, it’s transporting, and very, very exciting. And to be a part of that, creating things with your imagination, whoa.
Sending a handwritten letter is becoming such an anomaly. It’s disappearing. My mom is the only one who still writes me letters. And there’s something visceral about opening a letter – I see her on the page. I see her in her handwriting.
When someone is good, but it doesn’t seem like their world will collapse if they don’t get the part, it’s more appealing. It’s like dating someone: You don’t want someone who’s too into you.
I love my wife dearly, and, therefore, I’ve never cooked a meal, romantic or otherwise, for her.
I don’t think my kids have to worry too much about me embarrassing them because that’s not how I would want to grow up, with wacky dad showing up at school and performing for everyone.