Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

Cause at the end of the day, honestly, at the end of the day when you're in your death bed and that's it, I think it's the relationships you've had and the people that you've touched and the people that have touched you that matter.

As a comic, you try something and if it works you go with it and grind it to death.

I've accentuated the look over the years. As a comic, you try something and if it works you go with it and grind it to death.

The writer crafts their ideal world. In my world, everyone has really long conversations or just picks apart pop culture to death and everyone talks in monologue.