I think seeing some of the past can be helpful, especially if you're into crime solving.
I live my life like there's no yesterday.
I'm interested in doing anything and everything that I can to squeeze the creativity out of my brain. I guess I'm kind of a performance rat, that's what I want to do, I love being on stage if I'm not on a set. I just love putting creativity into a performance.
Some people have constipation of the brain but their mouth has the runs.
Comedy crowds - we always want to come out and ask you, 'How you feeling?' We always say that, 'By a round of applause, how do you feel?' Right? 'By a round of applause, how you feeling?' It's the only place in the world that you judge how you're feeling by a round of applause. . . There's never like a car accident, people all over the ground, people running over - 'Ma'am! Ma'am! By a round of applause, how do you feel? By a round of applause - she's not clapping!
You must accept responsibility for your actions. This doesn't include reactions, interactions or transactions if you're thinkin' loophole.
It's an incredible feeling falling in love someone who doesn't know you exist.
I look for places where there's no one out on the water. I'd rather surf a wave to myself than fight a crowd.
I undress to impress - Patch
I'm trying to figure out if I love art enough to be poor.
We know summer is the height of of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly, so we know that we're only given eighty summers or so per lifetime, and each one has to be better then the last, has to encompass a trip to that arts center up at Bard, a seemingly mellow game of badminton over at some yahoo's Vermont cottage, and a cool, wet, slightly dangerous kayak trip down an unforgiving river. Otherwise, how would you know that you have lived your summertime best? What is you missed out on some morsel of shaded nirvana?