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

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

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

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

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

Anti-racist propaganda is relentless and inescapable, as if the propagandists fear that if they shut up about it for a second, they'd instantly become racists themselves.

Many of the racial problems in America are caused by the fact that people are innately tribal, and politicians know how to exploit that biological fact.

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

It's very odd to observe someone else taking your identity into their own hands and getting it all wrong. I don't think most people will ever get to experience how truly weird it is.

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

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.

Elections matter and voting counts.

...when I accept Christ as my Savior... I am immediately in a new and living relationship with each of the three persons of the Trinity.

I've always thought that bartenders and hairstylists would be great interrogators because all day long they have to listen to people talk. They could probably make some fugitive spill the beans.

Forget the last shot. It takes so long to accept that you can't always replicate your swing. The only thing you can control is your attitude toward the next shot.

History is littered with many, many talented young people who got a break damaged in the end by fame and other things when they were young and took it.

To use a telling phrase of the Reverend Martin Luther King, we can say that we have defaulted on a promissory note and now is the time to honor it.

Mozart is the musical Christ.

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.

No matter. The dead bird does not leave the nest.