Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

The idea that the reader is important enough to me that I'd tailor my words to either please or offend them always seems amusingly alien to me.

There's a reason the Third World came in third.

Nowadays, you suffer the same risks - ostracism, career loss, possible assault - for being perceived as racist that you would have encountered a century ago for daring to question racist ideology.

Equality is a nice idea, but it's entirely impossible to prove.

I don't think it's entirely paranoid to suspect that one day, you won't be able to so much as question the primary tenets of anti-racism without going to jail.

One of the greatest pleasures I get from my measly professional career is confusing people.