I'm still an obsessive personality, and I still think I'm right, and I still believe my literary balls hang far lower than nearly anyone else's alive.

Equality is a nice idea, but it's entirely impossible to prove.

I don't believe that human ethnic groups are equal, and I believe that's fairly easy to prove.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

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

I'll hit anyone who's seriously threatening my life... that's what happened, and that's what sent me to prison.

If I’d been talking about black trash, I might be lynched. If I was talking about white trash, I’d merely be another torchbearer in an ongoing national lynching.