Negative opinions about me don't faze me unless I respect the person giving the opinion, which is rare. And if it's someone I respect, I usually take heed of what they're saying. But if I don't respect them, which I usually don't, what's the point?

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

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

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.

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

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

Anyone who's ever had the misfortune of seeing me interact with house pets knows I have a wickedly strong paternal instinct bordering on the maternal.