Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives

To Think That Humans Evolved From Lower Species But The Evolutionary Process Somehow Came To A Halt And We All Arrived At The Finish Line Simultaneously Is To Embrace A Fiction Possibly More Implausible Than Christianity.

If I’d Been Talking About Black Trash, I Might Be Lynched. If I Was Talking About White Trash, I’d Merely Be Another Torchbearer In An Ongoing National Lynching.

Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives As Critics Secretly Wish They'd Be Considered Important Enough For Someone To Bother Criticizing Them.

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.

In My Long, Long Years Toiling Around The Publishing Industry, I've Found That Women Simply Don't Stick To The Writing With The Same Fervor That Men Do.