There's a reason the Third World came in third.

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.

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.

You could paper the globe with evidence that there are demonstrable cognitive and physical disparities between what are crudely called human "races." But you could fit all the evidence of innate equality on your pinkie fingernail with room to spare.

I still partially suffer from the delusion that if you explain things logically and systematically, most people will abandon their emotional prejudices and respond to logic. But I don't suffer from that delusion as wholeheartedly as I did in the past. So if there's a fundamental difference, it's that I've accepted the fact that most imbeciles will never 'get' me and I shouldn't allow myself to get so upset about it.

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

I tend not to hang with 'the crowd' because I believe that at any given moment in history, the crowd is only standing somewhere because some lone, brave nutjob broke down the walls for them first.