Married life is an existence with bars around it.

When every piece of furniture and your underwear are taken by the bank, when you lose your house in Florida, in New York, in Amsterdam and L.A., when your wife is dying and your son abandons you, you don't feel very good.

So, if anatomy is destiny then testosterone is doom.

I keep attacking the villains, the know-nothings, the people who want to take our freedoms away.

The only way marriage can work is if a man respects the woman and she is a thinking woman and he wants to work on the marriage.

There is a cliche that men want their women to be ladies in public and hookers behind closed doors. I want my woman to be the sharper image robot so that she can be turned off.

I refuse to be silenced.