Todd Barry

I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.

Only lately, like within the last few years, have I had people actually do an impression of me to me, which weirds me out to think of what they have picked up on, without ever realizing it myself.

I'm particularly proud of my reluctance to share my dreams with anyone.

I don't like to get in front of people.

The American people need no course in philosophy or political science of church history to know that God should not be made into a celestial party chairman.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.