JIM GOAD

People can be so heartless and dirty.

I think my sense of humor is Jewish. I'm smarter than most white people, which is kind of a Jewish thing, too.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

Many of the racial problems in America are caused by the fact that people are innately tribal, and politicians know how to exploit that biological fact.

My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

The vegan diet is obviously lacking whatever essential nutrient it is that makes people likeable.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

They're not posing as being Jesus Christ all the time.

I could have completely lost my mind or became a junkie or abandoned all sense and judgment and committed some rash, stupid act that would have sent me right back into the cage. Instead, I chose to be happy - but not so much for the sake of happiness as for spite.

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

The average human's fundamental project is to find someone else to blame for their problems.

I'm more muscular than I was in my younger days. My biceps and shoulders, especially.

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.

I certainly didn't emerge from prison regretting anything I ever wrote, nor did I feel remorse for my crime in the least.

I don't think fatherhood's changed me so much as it's conjured protective instincts I've had all along.

I don't regret any of my transgressions, because I believe I paid for them a million times over.

Beware of anyone who calls you bad names merely for asking honest questions. Beware of anyone who insists on reframing your sincere curiosity as a character defect. Beware of anyone who questions your motives while ignoring your facts. When someone calls you bad names merely for asking questions, it suggests they know the answer but are terrified to admit it.

I can't tell you how many times people - through the anonymity and safety of the Internet, of course - have told me 'You beat women' as if it was an ongoing, daily thing. The only person ever brave enough to say it to my face quickly surrendered his courage when I said, 'Would you like to step outside and see if I can beat men, too?'

"Liberating" is a gay word, so let's phrase it this way: I know everything about me and still manage to be good friends with myself, so nothing anyone says that's truthful about me ever bothers me.

It amazes me that some people who ordinarily can recognize autocratic bullying, tacky sloganeering, and - especially - camp value are unable to spot it in this Hate Scare that grips the Western world.

Different groups in different areas developed different traits to assure their survival.

I was exposed to violence while I was still in the womb - my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.

I'll argue anyone into the dust when it comes to facts.

When you're indiscriminate in allowing people to post, the loudest and emptiest voices invariably drown out everyone else.