It's not exactly courageous to be an anti-racist these days; a hundred years ago, it was.

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

The leftist drive for control is insatiable.

I've never had a meth habit, I don't walk around naked, and unless I'm actively provoked, I'm generally polite and well-spoken.

A primary flaw in my psychology is that I'll give people a hundred yards' worth of rope with which to hang themselves, but once they reach that hundred-yard line, I strangle them to death with it.

I certainly didn't emerge from prison regretting anything I ever wrote, nor did I feel remorse for my crime in the least.

Show me pornography which promotes violence against women, and I'll buy it.