If you let the image of the messenger get in the way of whatever message there may be, however large or small, that's your problem, not his.

I was the green monkey, the pariah. And I had no friends. Not just a few friends, or one good friend, or grudging acceptance by other misfits and outcasts. I was alone. All stinking alone, without even an imaginary playmate.

There is no nobler chore in the craft of writing than holding up the mirror of reality and turning it slightly, so we have a new and different perception of the commonplace, the everyday, the 'normal,' the obvious. People are reflected in the glass. The fantasy situation into which you thrust them is the mirror itself. And what we are shown should illuminate and alter our perception of the world around us. Failing that, you have failed totally.

I am not one of these people who instantly takes umbrage when he's corrected or - I love being corrected.

I will live to piss in the open mouths or the open graves of my enemies, whichever comes first.

In my ugly, elitist opinion we are not all entitled to voice our opinions, we are entitled to pass along our informed opinions.

Don't start an argument with somebody who has a microphone when you don't. They'll make you look like chopped liver.