It's terrifying to have a voice right now. It's so terrifying, and it's so essential.
In particular, I found praying very disturbing, like swimming with bricks tied to your feet. And yet I was drawn to it constantly.
I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way.
I love mixing with comedians when I'm working with them, but when I'm not I don't feel the need to hang around with them.
Maybe I fear things going wrong so much that I pre-empt them by not getting excited about them when they appear to be. going well.
I'm not really part of any group or clique or gang because that's always been my nature.
My character, Rick Spleen, is a what-if version of me, really, where nothing did quite turn out right and everything else is still around the corner.
Never confuse sitting on your side with being on your side.
Who needs the sun, when the rain is so full of life?
A trifle can be enough when luck is on your side.
How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?