I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

Women are not to be hit. They're to be hugged and caressed.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

I'm tired of pretending I'm not special.

When friends asked me, Can we help? I'd say, Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock. I used that line from Star Wars.

I've got magic. I've got poetry at my fingertips.

People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.