The idea that the reader is important enough to me that I'd tailor my words to either please or offend them always seems amusingly alien to me.

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."

To think that humans evolved from lower species BUT the evolutionary process somehow came to a halt and we all arrived at the finish line simultaneously is to embrace a fiction possibly more implausible than Christianity.

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

I think that 99% of the snipers who take shots at me from electronic foxholes also realize they could never withstand the sort of public disparagement, nor the revelation of so many personal details, that I've endured for years and still remain as impenitent, obnoxious, and ready to argue all critics into the dirt as I am. I think this also jacks up their hatred level, because they realize they'd never be so strong-willed.

Equality is a nice idea, but it's entirely impossible to prove.

I never want to think or write about the topic again when I'm finished with it.