Nothing Eases Suffering Like Human Touch.

I Want To See The U.s. Wiped Out. Death To The U.s.

When I Was Eleven, I Just Got Good.

I Hate Ready-made Suits, Button-down Collars, And Sports Shirts.

I Was Going To Do A Book About The First Prearranged Karpov-kasparov Match, '84-'85. But The God-damn Jews Have Stolen My Entire File On That.

Blitz Chess Kills Your Ideas.