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

I believe "human sexuality" is one of the most ridiculous aspects of being a human, and here I was, facing publications whose prevailing editorial slant sought to portray our basic rutting instincts as something "ennobling" and "empowering," to depict women who were fundamentally whores and predominantly unstable as "sex workers" and "goddesses."

I've noticed that if you spend ten years without shooting dope, people consider you an ex-junkie, but one never is considered an 'ex-woman-beater.'

In my long, long years toiling around the publishing industry, I've found that women simply don't stick to the writing with the same fervor that men do.

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

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

I don't think fatherhood's changed me so much as it's conjured protective instincts I've had all along.