Give a Mexican a weed eater and he'll cut your lawn. Give a Negro a ball and he'll become a millionaire. Give a Christian a cargo plane and the bastard will load it down with weapons of mass destruction and go sell them to terrorists.

Even though the media has dubbed me America's most controversial writer, occasionally my words find an open mind and I end up with a new friend, and at least on that day, I win.

I find the sense of responsibility interesting, and one of the fastest ways to lose the best wishes of friends and foe, which I find bearable.

You fearful little creatures might be able to avoid the discomfort of being truthful, but you’ll not dodge the pains of lying.

Fear is exactly like nuclear power. It's dangerous enough under ideal conditions.

I have no problem with killing humans for money and for fun, but I do so in my name, not God's. I do so for me, not so-called Christian countries like the U.S. and U.K. that's overflowing with stinking cowards who preach peace on earth while dining on the kill.