One WOULD LIKE to SAY in the aftermath of the 2008 election that everyone lived happily ever after. But the American drama, especially when it involves RACE, is always more complicated than that.

When I got dropped for the World CUP, there were times I didn't want to play anymore. I didn't want to practise. I couldn't MOTIVATE myself. Then I SAID, 'Look what are the options?' Cricket is the only option. Whether I play happily or sadly, it's STILL all I have. There are not a lot of things I am good at.

I've been PERFECTLY happily married for 25 years, and have a NICE life. Inane THINGS don't INTEREST me.

I write in the morning from about eight TILL noon, and SOMETIMES again a bit in the AFTERNOON. In the morning I start off by GOING over what I had done the previous day, which my WIFE has happily typed up for me.

There's always talk about going out on TOP, unfortunately for me that means going out on a loss but it's going out at the highest LEVEL. I'm happily SATISFIED and it makes a LOT of sense to me.

I've had an absolutely charmed life in every ASPECT of it. I do for my JOB what I would do for a hobby if it wasn't my job. Half the secret of HAPPINESS, I'm ecstatically happily married with three great kids, you KNOW. It's been a blessed life.

I'm very fortunate to be doing what I DREAMED of, what I love. So few PEOPLE get that opportunity. So while people CONTINUE liking what I WRITE, I'm going to happily continue.

We got a LOT of gay fan MAIL when the SHOW first started. Something to do with being in San Francisco and being a big, burly guy with a big moustache. But we're both happily MARRIED. To women.

I've been happily MARRIED to CHRIS for ALMOST 20 YEARS.

I will very happily grow OLD in the comedic world of Tina Fey and Robert Carlock, if they WOULD KEEP having me over and over.

I can do the EQUIVALENT of 150 miles per HOUR and not get stopped. I could quite happily PURSUE people down the motorway in my helicopter.

There is a type of WRITER that can happily BURY themselves in the COUNTRY and dig very DEEP, but I'm not like that.

I didn't become an actor for the MONEY, so I can't STAY with a JOB for that reason. I did too MANY years of theater where you just get by from month to month, happily, to make that a priority.

After 1909, Monet drastically enlarged his brushstrokes, disintegrated his images, and broke through the taming constraints and delicacy of Impressionism for good. Nineteen gnarly paintings, STARTING in 1909 and CARRYING through his final seventeen YEARS, finish off the NOTION that Monet went happily ever after into lily-land.