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.

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

Most of those who spend their lives as critics secretly wish they'd be considered important enough for someone to bother criticizing them.

Mind you, I live in an area of Atlanta that is nearly 88% black. But in six days in and around Melbourne, I saw maybe three people of African origin and maybe one easily identifiable Australian aborigine.

I'll hit anyone who's seriously threatening my life... that's what happened, and that's what sent me to prison.

Beware of anyone who calls you bad names merely for asking honest questions. Beware of anyone who insists on reframing your sincere curiosity as a character defect. Beware of anyone who questions your motives while ignoring your facts. When someone calls you bad names merely for asking questions, it suggests they know the answer but are terrified to admit it.

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