It is a truth of human nature that we can ponder life's mysteries for only so long before we lose interest and move on to something else.

I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff.

Society values cooperation over independence, obedience over individuality, and niceness above all else.

If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.

There's really no such thing as an 'ex-cop' or a cop who's 'off-duty' or 'retired.' Once trained, once indoctrinated, a cop is always alert, assessing reality in terms of its potential for illegal acts.

After my years in Hollywood, I got tired of apologizing for work that really wasn't mine to begin with.

Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line. Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public view.