I write to please myself.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

People can be so heartless and dirty.

The leftist drive for control is insatiable.

There's a reason the Third World came in third.

I'm the only convict who couldn't get into Australia.

They're not posing as being Jesus Christ all the time.

I'll argue anyone into the dust when it comes to facts.

I definitely don't know why men are turned-on by lesbianism.

Equality is a nice idea, but it's entirely impossible to prove.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

What's good and bad, sweet spirit, are in the eye of the beholder.

He who trades his identity for money will one day wind up with neither.

My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

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

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

I never want to think or write about the topic again when I'm finished with it.

I'm more muscular than I was in my younger days. My biceps and shoulders, especially.

What's absolutely impossible to prove is the idea of innate and everlasting equality.

Different groups in different areas developed different traits to assure their survival.

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

Hatespeak is usually more honest than lovespeak, and it's always better than doublespeak.

In a perverse way, it's very patriarchal to think that women can't be malicious or violent.

One of the greatest pleasures I get from my measly professional career is confusing people.

I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

The average human's fundamental project is to find someone else to blame for their problems.

I don't believe that human ethnic groups are equal, and I believe that's fairly easy to prove.

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

The vegan diet is obviously lacking whatever essential nutrient it is that makes people likeable.

You have to be careful because those feelings and bitterness can take over and consume in a bad way.

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

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

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

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.

I think my sense of humor is Jewish. I'm smarter than most white people, which is kind of a Jewish thing, too.

I'll hit anyone who's seriously threatening my life... that's what happened, and that's what sent me to prison.

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.

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

When you're indiscriminate in allowing people to post, the loudest and emptiest voices invariably drown out everyone else.

I prefer for a woman's most private of areas to have as much hair as Carlos Santana's entire band, head to toe, circa 1972.

When I write, I strain with every wizened fibre of my weathered frame to analyze every possible angle of any given subject.

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.

It was simultaneously refreshing and a bit shocking to see how cavalierly most Aussies toss out slurs and insults about nonwhites.

I was exposed to violence while I was still in the womb - my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.

The criticism that has most consistently bothered me is the allegation that I'm a schlockmeister whose only objective is to shock people.

Most of those who spend their lives as critics secretly wish they'd be considered important enough for someone to bother criticizing them.

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

The idea that the reader is important enough to me that I'd tailor my words to either please or offend them always seems amusingly alien to me.

Governments throughout the English-speaking sphere are creating and then ratcheting the torque on "hate-speech" laws with frightening eagerness.

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