The more potent, unasked question is how society at large reacts to eager, voluntary violence by females, and to the growing evidence that women can be just as aggressive as men.

Well, it arose out of two long-term concerns - the first being the possibility of genetic manipulation, nature versus nurture, what constitutes how people get to be how they are.

Let's just say, the American school of suburban angst is not my cup of tea.

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.

They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.

I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.

The truth is always an insult or a joke, lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone's comfort

Women who pay their own rent don't have to be nice.

Every doorway, every intersection has a story.

I get glimpses of the horror of normalcy. Each of these innocents on the street is engulfed by a terror of their own ordinariness. They would do anything to be unique.

Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass.

Get rid of old stereotype “I am a victim

I had a career at home, and I just knew that it'd be okay if nothing happened in Los Angeles.

If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

You can't hang around geniuses forever because they end up taking everything you've got. That's why they're the genius and you're not.

A strong foe is better than a weak friend.

Unless you choose to take action on what you want, nothing is ever going to come out of it.

The demographics are changing - and so what? Citizenship is a question of certain agreed-upon values and that is that. Do we believe that? I think at heart we do.

I enjoy running, especially in a new city, so when Im on tour thats always a good option.

O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

So when you look at the eschaton what you see, strangely enough, is your own face.