I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say "This is it"? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it - that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?

The power of the harasser the abuser the rapist depends above all on the silence of women.

The Myth of Male Power dealt much more with the political issues the legal issues sexual harassment date rape women who kill and those issues were very much more interfaced with the agendas of feminism.

All the legal action I've taken against newspapers has had a massively positive effect on my life and achieved exactly what I wanted which is privacy and non-harassment.

We're not trying to harass the average American. We need to convert this now to a risk-based system with TSA concentrating and focusing on intelligence on security setting up again the parameters of which we do this.

Right now I have some big dreams. But at the same time if I get annoyed and harassed by the media I'll just quit. I don't care. We're set for life. I have quite a temper.

Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice expensive car I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighbourhood.