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

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

My crazy parents and those crazy Catholic nuns didn't do a good job of forcing me to keep the Ten Commandments, but they kept me forever fixated on the very idea of a taboo.

I think that any time a person comes face-to-face with their own mortality - close enough to Death that they can smell its breath - they have a choice: 1) Fall to pieces; 2) Reassemble yourself and keep walking.

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

Hatespeak is usually more honest than lovespeak, and it's always better than doublespeak.

What you accomplish in life is limited only by your imagination and the fear of reprisal. Life is too fleeting and unrewarding to have to live with the added anus of indignity. The denial of one's inevitable demise is what causes most of the astringent blandness in the world. When your existence ends most certainly in death, there is no such thing as 'going too far'. There are no 'lines' you should fear to cross except the finish line. Playing it safe is the most dangerous thing you could do.