Through a long and painful process, I've learned that happiness is an inside job - not based on anything or anyone in the outer material world. I've become a different and better person - not perfect, but still a work in progress.

Despite its flaws, Marxism still seems to explain the material world better than anything else.

We have material to write about because we're not perfect in any way. We have all fallen. The only way we can say these things is because we are 100 percent confident that this is the truth. I've definitely found it to be the one truth in my life.

We're trying to create a better world, not a perfect one. It cannot ever be perfect.

If everyone were a good person, it'd obviously be a better world.

Every job is an opportunity to be a better person.