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.

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

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.

When you're indiscriminate in allowing people to post, the loudest and emptiest voices invariably drown out everyone else.

I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

My oldest brother was stabbed thirty to forty times and strangled to death with his own belt when I was eight years old. Much of my life has been pockmarked with violence. So I had a natural interest in the topic, along with a strong home-field advantage.