There is humor in the specter of the worst disaster in our nation's history. All I have to do is sweep away the debris of shock to find it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it's a disaster is a very, very fine line. You see a chap slip on a banana skin in the street and you roar with laughter when he falls slap on his backside. If in doing so you suddenly see he's broken a leg, you very quickly stop laughing and it's not a joke anymore.
At the end of the day I'm writing comedy. If you get too realistic as a comedy writer with your disasters, it stops being funny.
Why do we laugh at such terrible things? Because comedy is often the sarcastic realization of inescapable tragedy.
I'm sure there are people who survive tragedy without humor, but I've never met any of them. Nor would I be particularly interested in writing about them if I did meet them.
Humor is the most precious gift I can give to my reader, a reminder that the world is not such a terribly serious place. There is more than video games and drugs and nuclear threats; there is laughter, and there is hope.
You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.
I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
Sometimes it takes a natural disaster to reveal a social disaster.
Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing.
I don't think it's possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.