I get mad like anybody else does, but being able to laugh about getting mad is very healthy, and my kids know that.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
But who wants an easy life ? It's boring !
I'd rather live on my own than live with a face that looks at me with the wrong eyes.
Keep smiling - it takes 10 years off!
Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.
My look is a cocktail. I'm not as nicely turned out as the french, but I don't care like the English.
Stand-up is really personal. It's not like somebody else is writing the script and you have to do what they write.
Live in the layers, not on the litter.
Unchecked, the dominating influences of money and of barren intellectualism would reduce the life of emotions to freezing point. And, unable to grasp the holier benefits of religion, the mysticism of the heart reacts in the art-intoxication. . . . . In this cold, irreligious and practical age the warmth of this devotion to art has kept alive many higher aspirations of our soul, which otherwise might readily have died, as they did in the middle of the last century.
Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fences, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a man be our monster, and are we not related to him in our own hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.