The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of man toward woman.
Trying to solve the mystery is what I enjoy most about writing.
I have thought sometimes that the sanest people, the people who are just very balanced, very happy, are probably lower achieving than other people. My kind of irrationality happens to be fear or anxiety.
Twitter hates tabloids, but Twitter is constantly acting like a tabloid, repeating the mistakes of the things we're hoping to better.
Twitter wanted to become a more egalitarian justice system, but instead it became a draconian one.
My ideal world was the early days of Twitter, where everyone was curious about each other and everyone saw it as kind of a window into people's lives where we could be compassionate and curious and empathetic and we could tell each other secrets.
The laughing way we make damaged people our playthings, it's so dehumanizing.
Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.
Being Number One isn't everything to me, but for those few hours on the court it's way ahead of whatever's in second place.
There are no restrictions of taste, approach, or subject matter. The gatekeepers are gone, so the prospect for new and different voices is exciting. Or at least it will be if anyone reads them. And it will be even more exciting if anyone pays for them. It's hard to charge admission without a gate.
I went to a heavy metal concert. The singer yelled out, "How many of you people feel like human beings tonight?" And then he said, "How many of you feel like animals?" The thing is, everyone cheered after the animals part, but I cheered after the human beings part because I did not know there was a second part to the question.