My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.

San Francisco, America's B-movie imitation of Paris. San Francisco, the city that ruined punk rock. San Francisco, the most intolerant place in the country.

I'm alive, happier than I've ever been, and I'm doing exactly what I want.

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

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.

The criticism that has most consistently bothered me is the allegation that I'm a schlockmeister whose only objective is to shock people.