The best kind of comedy to me is when you make people laugh at things they've never laughed at, and also take a light into the darkened corners of people's minds, exposing them to the light.
I transplanted my brain into 'HQ' and that's where the dark corners of my mind got exposed: Pop culture, '90s baseball, 'Simpsons,' 'Seinfeld,' 'Mr. Show,' Phish, Grateful Dead.
There is an unseemly exposure of the mind, as well as of the body.
Every time you open your mouth you let men look into your mind.
Depression, for me, wasn't a dulling but a sharpening, an intensifying, as though I had been living my life in a shell, and now the shell wasn't there. It was total exposure.
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.
Nudity in the flesh doesn't bother me. But having my mind uncovered - that scares the hell out of me.
Travelers are much at the mercy of phrases ... vast generalizations formulate in their exposed brains.
I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.
