I believe that to some degree there are situational and psychological laws of cause-and-effect, but I don't believe there's some Über-soul who doles out "justice."

Mind you, I live in an area of Atlanta that is nearly 88% black. But in six days in and around Melbourne, I saw maybe three people of African origin and maybe one easily identifiable Australian aborigine.

I don't regret any of my transgressions, because I believe I paid for them a million times over.

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.

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

My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

In a perverse way, it's very patriarchal to think that women can't be malicious or violent.