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.

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

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

Different groups in different areas developed different traits to assure their survival.

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

I can't tell you how many times people - through the anonymity and safety of the Internet, of course - have told me 'You beat women' as if it was an ongoing, daily thing. The only person ever brave enough to say it to my face quickly surrendered his courage when I said, 'Would you like to step outside and see if I can beat men, too?'