My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

When I See Two Women Kissing, My Only Physical Reaction Is A Strong Desire To Vomit In Both Of Their Mouths.

There Were People Whom I Considered Friends Or Loved Ones Who Either Abandoned Me Or Betrayed Me In Ways I'd Never Have Suspected. But There Were Others Who Had Been Barely Acquaintances Of Mine Whose Loyalty And Efforts On My Behalf Made Me Realize That Not Everyone Was As Inherently Rotten As I'd Previously Believed. So It Caused A Violent Split In My View Of Humanity - People Turned Out To Be Far Worse And Far Better Than I'd Ever Dreamed Possible.

The Idea Of "karma" Reeks Of Primitive Religious Superstition, So I Don't Place A Lot Of Stock In It.

I Never Want To Think Or Write About The Topic Again When I'm Finished With It.

Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives As Critics Secretly Wish They'd Be Considered Important Enough For Someone To Bother Criticizing Them.