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

In a perverse way, it's very patriarchal to think that women can't be malicious or violent.

There were people whom I considered friends or loved ones who either abandoned me or betrayed me in ways I'd never have suspected. But there were others who had been barely acquaintances of mine whose loyalty and efforts on my behalf made me realize that not everyone was as inherently rotten as I'd previously believed. So it caused a violent split in my view of humanity - people turned out to be far worse and far better than I'd ever dreamed possible.

What's good and bad, sweet spirit, are in the eye of the beholder.

I believe that to some degree there are situational and psychological laws of cause-and-effect, but I don't believe there's some Über-soul who doles out "justice."

I was exposed to violence while I was still in the womb - my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me.

Different groups in different areas developed different traits to assure their survival.