One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get

You Could Paper The Globe With Evidence That There Are Demonstrable Cognitive And Physical Disparities Between What Are Crudely Called Human "races." But You Could Fit All The Evidence Of Innate Equality On Your Pinkie Fingernail With Room To Spare.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.

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.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

When I Write, I Strain With Every Wizened Fibre Of My Weathered Frame To Analyze Every Possible Angle Of Any Given Subject.