When I Was 9 Years Old, Star

It Bums Me Out Tremendously What The Church Has Become, And If It's Got Me Bummed, Imagine What Jesus Christ Must Be Feeling.

I Used My Imagination To Make The Grass Whatever Color I Wanted It To Be.

Art And Life Are Subjective. Not Everybody's Gonna Dig What I Dig, But I Reserve The Right To Dig It.

Normal Is Just A Cycle On The Washing Machine.

When I Was Doing Ensemble Theater And Comedy Work, I Felt I Had Some Talents. But When I Started Doing My Shows In Berkeley And Found That I Could Be Funny On My Own, I Was Shocked.