It's not okay to lie about people and particularly not okay to hurl the worst imaginable names at people just because you think you might not like their politics.

Now, some of the most dangerous places for women to be in the world are modern, Western, rich European countries. Why? One reason. Islamic immigration - it's got to stop.

The government does a lot of stuff that it shouldn't do - the Department of Education, for instance.

Hillary Clinton is funded by people who murder homosexuals.

I believe in and love the populist, nationalist, antiglobalist rebellion happening all over the West.

If white privilege is a thing, why are people working so hard to be black? All of the award shows and cultural events favor black culture.

Western culture is what is at risk from immigration from the Middle East.

I hope to offend every reader.

First and foremost, I'm a journalist. My business is the truth. Now, I happen to be other things, too - a pop-culture phenomenon, the most in-demand speaker on the campus lecture circuit, whatever.

A points-based system like Australia has zero Islamic racial immigration.

Black Lives Matter is the ultimate divisive movement.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigues of supporting it.

Love is the only language that everyone understands without any word or interpretation.

The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing.

I grew up very religious, and I don't have a great relationship with religion.

Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.

poverty denotes a lack of necessities and simplicity a lack of needs.

The very term 'combinatorial methods' has an oxymoronic character.

Radically and basically, all sin is simply ingratitude.

Getting up to dance to your own stuff looks pretty pretentious. And leaving the dancefloor when it comes on is just awkward.

When I was a little bit younger The strain I was under could make me cry. Now I'm a little bit older, A little bit bolder, Never so shy