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

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.

"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.

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.

The idea of "karma" reeks of primitive religious superstition, so I don't place a lot of stock in it.

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

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.