D. B. Weiss Quotes

I cited 'Catch-22' as a landmark film and one of my favourites.

'Catch-22''s admirers cross boundaries - ideological, generational, geographical.

'War on Everyone,' I think... the script was hilarious to me, but it's very dark, dark humor. It's super dark.

All humor is based on hostility - that's why World War Two was funny.

I can't speak for everyone, but the kind of comedy that makes me laugh are the ones that kind of make me cringe, and kind of make me look inside my own fears, my own anxieties.

I kind of find humor in everything, even to the point where it's awkward - like, the worst scenarios are the funniest things ever.

I like dark humor. I think the world is very funny and tragic, and my photographs are basically dark Jewish humor.

I like to laugh at dark things.

The comic novels I did when I was in my 20s had a harder edge - less sympathy for people. Or a sympathy that was harder to detect: Characters' foibles and obsessive bents were unrelenting, like caricatures.

Humor is the only way to tell a story. Especially the dark ones.

With comedy, I try to steer toward, you know, talking about people that do crazy things, messed-up things. That's what I like to talk about.

I would love to be part of dark comedies. I love them! They are no-nonsense, no spoonfeeding, and the norms and cliches are left behind.

I tend to find comedy in dark places. I also tend to find comedy in taking on the status quo - which has always been something I find important.

The New Zealand sense of humor is tough and realistic. Jokes are not surreal; they are about life and death and tough decisions.

I've just got a really sick sense of humour that's separate from reality.

I find that I'm extremely unattracted to anything that's humorless. There is writing that is entirely serious, and it doesn't ring true to me, because I think, oftentimes, life is very, very funny. Even the worst, most humiliating, savage disappointments in retrospect have elements of bleak humor.

I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, very fresh milk and butter, flowers in front of my window and a few pretty trees by my door. And should the good Lord wish to make me really happy, he will allow me the pleasure of seeing about six or seven of my enemies hanged upon those trees.

I love dealing with drama. I'm drawn to the painful side of storytelling, more so. I feel like that's where you get the most honesty from. My laughter comes from irony. You laugh at my pain. I can't look for the laugh 'cause I'll fall flat on my face. I like the type of laughter that comes from irony like, "Of course, it's sunny today when I wore a mink coat!" I'm that guy. I was raised on Benny Hill and The Odd Couple and The Honeymooners.

You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes.

Bring me the head of Elton John . . . which is one instance in which meat would not be murder, if it were served on a plate.

Comedy is tragedy revisited or hostility. It is mock hostility, of course, or it would be ugly; we would have a war.

This is not an easy time for humorists because the government is far funnier than we are.

When you see somebody walking down the street wearing a Superman t-shirt, you just want to shoot them in the chest ... when they start to bleed go, I guess not

You might also see that some of my playlists are simply two songs on repeat fifteen times, like I’m a psycho getting pumped up to murder the president.

Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields... NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG. Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves... DON'T ASK ME I DON'T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE. ...fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze... RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. ...awaiting the clockwork of the seasons. METAPHORICALLY.