I was exposed to violence while I was still in the womb - my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me.

I never want to think or write about the topic again when I'm finished with it.

You have to be careful because those feelings and bitterness can take over and consume in a bad way.

I've realized there are far more efficient and devastating methods of disturbing people than merely sloshing around in the pigpen with obvious, profane, scatological, flat-brained, grade-school offensiveness.

Governments throughout the English-speaking sphere are creating and then ratcheting the torque on "hate-speech" laws with frightening eagerness.

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

One of the greatest pleasures I get from my measly professional career is confusing people. "Wait - he beats women and seems like a Nazi, but he has impeccable grammar and keen reasoning skills and sings country music and can, from time to time, say or do something really funny?" It absolutely doesn't compute for them. I enjoy that immensely.