What's absolutely impossible to prove is the idea of innate and everlasting equality.

I'm alive, happier than I've ever been, and I'm doing exactly what I want.

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.

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.

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

I write to please myself.