Feminism is dead. The movement is absolutely dead. The women's movement tried to suppress dissident voices for way too long. There's no room for dissent.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.

Pornography is human imagination in tense theatrical action; its violations are a protest against the violations of our freedom by nature.

All great stars are competitive. That's a sign of a true artist - if you don't have the fire of competition deep down inside, you're never going to achieve anything. You have to want to be king of the heap.

There's something retro about your persona. It's like the pre-World War II generation of reporters - those unpretentious, working-class guys who hung around saloons and used rough language. Now they've all been replaced with these effete Ivy League elitists who swarm over the current media. Nerds - utterly dull and insipid.

If people want to be better writers, they can't just read the blogs! You've got to look at something that's outside this rushing world of evanescent words.