The Idea That The Reader Is Important

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

A Lot Of People Expend Great Time And Effort Explaining Why They Don't Like Me, But None Of Them Ever Try To Explain Why Their Opinion Should Matter To Me. I Think Most Of Them Sense, But Would Never Be Brave Enough To Admit, Their Subordinate Role In The Food Chain Relative To Me.

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

One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get From My Measly Professional Career Is Confusing People. "wait - He Beats Women And Seems Like A Nazi, But He Has Impeccable Grammar And Keen Reasoning Skills And Sings Country Music And Can, From Time To Time, Say Or Do Something Really Funny?" It Absolutely Doesn't Compute For Them. I Enjoy That Immensely.

I Never Want To Think Or Write About The Topic Again When I'm Finished With It.