"Liberating" is a gay word, so let's phrase it this way: I know everything about me and still manage to be good friends with myself, so nothing anyone says that's truthful about me ever bothers me.

I don't believe that human ethnic groups are equal, and I believe that's fairly easy to prove.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.

Plenty of people have bad divorces, but few of them end up with cancer, imprisonment, and public scorn. In the dark, rolling, treacherous wake of that sunken ship, the last thing I sought was a "relationship" or, heaven forbid, marriage.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

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

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