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.

He who trades his identity for money will one day wind up with neither.

Show me pornography which promotes violence against women, and I'll buy it.

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

Anti-racist propaganda is relentless and inescapable, as if the propagandists fear that if they shut up about it for a second, they'd instantly become racists themselves.

Negative opinions about me don't faze me unless I respect the person giving the opinion, which is rare. And if it's someone I respect, I usually take heed of what they're saying. But if I don't respect them, which I usually don't, what's the point?

In my long, long years toiling around the publishing industry, I've found that women simply don't stick to the writing with the same fervor that men do.