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

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

If I’d been talking about black trash, I might be lynched. If I was talking about white trash, I’d merely be another torchbearer in an ongoing national lynching.

Whenever I visit an industrialized nation that isn't the United States, it immediately becomes apparent how much more educated and informed and aware of international events their citizens are compared to Americans.

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

It amazes me that some people who ordinarily can recognize autocratic bullying, tacky sloganeering, and - especially - camp value are unable to spot it in this Hate Scare that grips the Western world.

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