The average human's fundamental project is to find someone else to blame for their problems.

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.

I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

One of the greatest pleasures I get from my measly professional career is confusing people.

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

It amazes me that some people who ordinarily can recognize autocratic bullying, tacky sloganeering, and - especially - camp value are unable to spot it in this Hate Scare that grips the Western world.

the fact that they stole their whole shtick from Woody Guthrie and the coal-mining bards. While the alternative nation meows about personal fashion angst, the Appalachian nation still sings about unemployment.