The Idea That The Reader Is Important

My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

I'm More Muscular Than I Was In My Younger Days. My Biceps And Shoulders, Especially.

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.

The Idea That The Reader Is Important Enough To Me That I'd Tailor My Words To Either Please Or Offend Them Always Seems Amusingly Alien To Me.

He Who Trades His Identity For Money Will One Day Wind Up With Neither.