I Think My Sense Of Humor Is

Unlike The Vast Majority Of People, I've Been Locked In A Box Like An Animal And I've Also Been On The Receiving End Of Bloody Thrashings, So I Feel Uniquely Qualified To Judge Which Is Worse.

I Think That Any Time A Person Comes Face-to-face With Their Own Mortality - Close Enough To Death That They Can Smell Its Breath - They Have A Choice: 1) Fall To Pieces; 2) Reassemble Yourself And Keep Walking.

I'll Argue Anyone Into The Dust When It Comes To Facts.

The Criticism That Has Most Consistently Bothered Me Is The Allegation That I'm A Schlockmeister Whose Only Objective Is To Shock People.

I Believe That To Some Degree There Are Situational And Psychological Laws Of Cause-and-effect, But I Don't Believe There's Some Über-soul Who Doles Out "justice."