I'm not jealous over the success of The Simpsons (1989). Not at all. They used to appear for 30 seconds in the middle of my show. Maybe they'll
let me appear for 30 seconds in the middle of their show.
After spending two months in France where the air is great, I genuinely
noticed how ill I felt returning to Los Angeles. The way we're going,
if they keep building and building, there will be no space any
more.
As I get older, I just prefer to knit.
As you get older, you realize it's work. It's that fine line between
love and companionship. But passionate love? I'd love to know how to
make that last.
Chic is the character my family least likes to see me as. It is the
most uncomfortable make-up. The beard is vile. It's made of yak hair
and itches horribly.
A lot of stand-up comedy is embarrassing: too many idiots doing it in
orange neckties against brick walls. I find most sitcoms embarrassing
too, because they seem so forced.
I am not fearful. There's no point.
I did a crap impersonation of J.K. Rowling a few years ago. Sorry, J.K.. Can this apology put me on a casting list for your next mega-franchise?