Comedy deflates the sense precisely so that the underlying lubricity and malice may bubble to the surface.
Dying is easy. Comedy is difficult.
Tragedy and comedy are but two aspects of what is real, and whether we see the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective.
Once you can laugh at your own weaknesses, you can move forward. Comedy breaks down walls. It opens up people. If you’re good, you can fill up those openings with something positive. Maybe you can combat some of the ugliness in the world.
My comedy is midnight blue. Not black comedy – I like people too much.
Comedy is tragedy plus time.
Comedy is the main weapon we have against “The Horror.” With it we can strike a blow at death itself. Or, at least, poke a hole in the pretentious notion that there is something dignified about it.
I went straight from shenanigans to cries against humanity.
All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.