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

Governments throughout the English-speaking sphere are creating and then ratcheting the torque on "hate-speech" laws with frightening eagerness.

I don't regret any of my transgressions, because I believe I paid for them a million times over.

Hatespeak is usually more honest than lovespeak, and it's always better than doublespeak.

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

You truly need to witness me goo-gooing and coo-cooing and making up goofy little songs to glean a full appreciation of how nauseating I can be. This is another instance where things seemingly don't add up - how can this vile, hateful, violent, misogynist, racist, loathsome, repugnant, worthless, reprehensible subhuman be so insanely tender and kind to little doggies and kitty-cats?

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