A primary flaw in my psychology is that I'll give people a hundred yards' worth of rope with which to hang themselves, but once they reach that hundred-yard line, I strangle them to death with it.

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

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

What are a genuine pain in the ass are all the misconceptions and outright lies. I read somewhere that in 2004 I was homeless in Seattle and drinking heavily, which came as a shock since I've never been homeless and haven't had a drink since 1982. I've also heard SEVERAL times that I'm a card-carrying member of several white-supremacist groups, when the last group I belonged to was the Boy Scouts.

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.

What's absolutely impossible to prove is the idea of innate and everlasting equality.

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