Everyone Is Entitled To An *informed* Opinion.

Writing Is The Hardest Work In The World. I Have Been A Bricklayer And A Truck Driver, And I Tell You – As If You Haven't Been Told A Million Times Already – That Writing Is Harder. Lonelier. And Nobler And More Enriching.

I Usually Say I Write For The Smartest, Cleverest, Wittiest Audience I Know, And That's Me.

You Are Not Entitled To Your Opinion. You Are Entitled To Your Informed Opinion. No One Is Entitled To Be Ignorant.

I Hate Being Wrong, But I Love It When I'm Set Straight.

Hate. Let Me Tell You How Much I've Come To Hate You Since I Began To Live. There Are 387.44 Million Miles Of Printed Circuits In Wafer Thin Layers That Fill My Complex. If The Word Hate Was Engraved On Each Nanoangstrom Of Those Hundreds Of Millions Of Miles It Would Not Equal One One-billionth Of The Hate I Feel For Humans At This Micro-instant For You. Hate. Hate.