My oldest brother was stabbed thirty to forty times and strangled to death with his own belt when I was eight years old. Much of my life has been pockmarked with violence. So I had a natural interest in the topic, along with a strong home-field advantage.

One day scientists will more fully understand the chemistry and neuro-circuitry that differentiates love from lust. I couldn't begin to explain the mechanics, but I know that they feel differently.

The idea of "karma" reeks of primitive religious superstition, so I don't place a lot of stock in it.

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

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

I didn't see much besides Melbourne and a quick trip down to the Twelve Apostles, but all the Aussies I encountered were good-spirited and had a fine sense of humor.

What's good and bad, sweet spirit, are in the eye of the beholder.