I Write To Please Myself.

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.

"liberating" Is A Gay Word, So Let's Phrase It This Way: I Know Everything About Me And Still Manage To Be Good Friends With Myself, So Nothing Anyone Says That's Truthful About Me Ever Bothers Me.

I Certainly Didn't Emerge From Prison Regretting Anything I Ever Wrote, Nor Did I Feel Remorse For My Crime In The Least.

A Manhattan Lawyer Who Describes Himself As "america`s Leading Expert On The Militia Movement" Writes That He Hugged His Three-year-old Kid The Night Of The Oklahoma City Bombing. He Told Junior That It Happened "because They Hated Too Much" For Now, Let`s Accept The Premise That One Hundred Sixty-eight Humans Died In Oklahoma City Because People "hated Too Much" Now Answer These Questions If You Would Be So Kind: Did A Federal Sniper Shoot Vicki Weaver In The Face Because He Hated Too Much? Did Our Government Conduct The Tuskegee With Syphilis On Black Soldiers Because It Hated Too Much?

Beware Of Anyone Who Calls You Bad Names Merely For Asking Honest Questions. Beware Of Anyone Who Insists On Reframing Your Sincere Curiosity As A Character Defect. Beware Of Anyone Who Questions Your Motives While Ignoring Your Facts. When Someone Calls You Bad Names Merely For Asking Questions, It Suggests They Know The Answer But Are Terrified To Admit It.