Laugh, clown, laugh. This is what I tell myself whenever I dress up like Bozo.

To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.

It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.

I have to laugh when I think of the first cigar, because it was probably just a bunch of rolled up tobacco leaves

If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.

I am a bozo.