One day scientists will more fully understand the chemistry and neuro-circuitry that differentiates love from lust. I couldn't begin to explain the mechanics, but I know that they feel differently.

When I write, I strain with every wizened fibre of my weathered frame to analyze every possible angle of any given subject.

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

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

The average human's fundamental project is to find someone else to blame for their problems.

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.

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.