I prefer for a woman's most private of areas to have as much hair as Carlos Santana's entire band, head to toe, circa 1972.

A lot of people expend great time and effort explaining why they don't like me, but none of them ever try to explain why their opinion should matter to me. I think most of them sense, but would never be brave enough to admit, their subordinate role in the food chain relative to me.

I still partially suffer from the delusion that if you explain things logically and systematically, most people will abandon their emotional prejudices and respond to logic. But I don't suffer from that delusion as wholeheartedly as I did in the past. So if there's a fundamental difference, it's that I've accepted the fact that most imbeciles will never 'get' me and I shouldn't allow myself to get so upset about it.

I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

Show me pornography which promotes violence against women, and I'll buy it.

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

I'm more muscular than I was in my younger days. My biceps and shoulders, especially.