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

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.

It was a small church. No large cathedral towers overshadowed the purpose of the house of worship. It was a monument to faith rather than a monument to man’s triumph over nature.

Grief made fools of us all. There was shock in it, but there could hardly be surprise.

There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words." He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. "I come to you as a man unfinished.

Understood what the struggle was about. My mother. Couldn't read or write, but she had more sense than many a graduate from Harvard.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

And mothers are usually quite trustworthy, as long as your their son. Otherwise look out!

Half of wisdom is learning what to unlearn.

Music is the language of heaven.

Backup singers just bring so much more life to the situation. When a voice opens up, there comes the life.That's when it's a person-to-person connection.