Women have decided to be people, which is a great mistake. Women were nicer than people.

I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.

I don't believe in convention at all. I do what I have to do to stay alive.

Other-cheekism is not only a way of purifying the soul, it is also part of every weak person's survival kit.

My outlook was so limited that I assumed that all deviates were openly despised and rejected. Their grief and their fear drew my melancholy nature strongly. At first I only wanted to wallow in their misery, but, as time went by, I longed to reach its very essence. Finally I desired to represent it. By this process I managed to shift homosexuality from being a burden to being a cause. The weight lifted and some of the guilt evaporated.

God is so angry. All that power, and so mean with it.

You can't be a person and a lady. If you're a person, you can open the damned door yourself.