I'm more muscular than I was in my younger days. My biceps and shoulders, especially.

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

Unlike the vast majority of people, I've been locked in a box like an animal and I've also been on the receiving end of bloody thrashings, so I feel uniquely qualified to judge which is worse.

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.

Anyone who's ever had the misfortune of seeing me interact with house pets knows I have a wickedly strong paternal instinct bordering on the maternal.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

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