I Like Chris Rock. He's Dangerous.

When We Got To Our Hotel Rooms, Mosquitoes As Big As George Foreman Were Waiting For Us. They Were Sitting In Armchairs With Their Legs Crossed.

One Day, God Said 'let There Be Prey.' And He Created Pigeons, Rabbits, Lambs And Gene Wilder.

Every Human Being Has Hundreds Of Separate People Living Under His Skin.

I've Always Loved Songwriting, And I Vowed To Be A Songwriter Like Cole Porter When I Was Only 9 Years Old.

All Right, I Am Often Brash, Rude And Brutally Direct. Someday I'm Going To Die And I Don't Have Time To Toe-dance Around The Periphery Of Hatred.