People are identifying not only with the trans movement, but also the Pfefferman family. What I am noticing is people are coming up on the street and talking about their life and their family, and they say, 'Your family is just like mine.'

There was one television in the living room, and we all sat around on Sundays and watched Ed Sullivan.

The 'Hey now's' are delivered as people pass me. As I just get near ear range, I hear, 'Hey now!' and that's very funny.

I get up and cook for my kids, who really like my scrambled eggs. Or we make pancakes and the requisite bacon. The kids either play or watch cartoons, and Daddy gets to read the 'New York Times' and do his puzzle.

Some people have a mandate that you can't change.

We are part of the zeitgeist, and we are communicating in a human, real way.

I don't mind if someone yells a motto out of their car at me. 'No touching! No touching!' No harm is done.

I think most of my heroes are not the traditional types. A guy I was fascinated with was Buster Keaton. I just love what he did. I love that mug.

The best comedy not only makes you laugh, but on the moment of the laugh, you learned.

I'm interested in people's stories, so I decided to tell part of mine.

The Larry Sanders Show ?hanged my life. I am so thankful that - I mean, go figure. Most people are lucky to get one good series, but I got two ground-breakers. I just knew when I read that "Hey Now" script that something was afoot. Those were seven of the greatest years of my life. I learned so much, and it affirmed everything I thought comedy was. It was really a tremendous experience.

What can I say about a world without Garry Shandling? This is where I need Garry. He would have something pithy, and there would be a laugh, and your heart would break at the same time. He changed my life.

I was bar mitzvahed at Beth Shalom, and I had trouble. I didn't quite get it all.

I think shows being sent out this way - pressing a button and 10 episodes can go out to the U.S.A., and the U.K. and Germany, it's very cool.

I do remember going shopping with my mother; I think the name of the store was Ruth Atkins. I don't know why I can remember that. It's probably because it's not the name.

I went bald when I was 18. My father cried. He cried about many things. But it allowed me to play older men in summer stock.

Lying and art are very allied. But after you lie, you get to the truth.

We all know about secrets - to have that pressure of something you can't reveal. That's universal: 'Am I safe? Am I gonna be OK? Will my family still love and respect me?'