The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the most people can do is sometimes not to be as weak as they've been at other times.

All fiction for me is a kind of magic and trickery, a confidence trick, trying to make people believe something is true that isn't.

The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the most people can do is sometimes not to be as weak as they've been at other times.

I have no concern for the common man except that he should not be so common.

All the seven deadly sins are self destroying, morbid appetites, but in their early stages at least, lust and gluttony, averice and sloth know some gratification, while anger and pride have power, even though that power eventually destroys itself. Envy is impotent, numbed with fear, never ceasing in its appetite, and it knows no gratification, but endless self torment. It has the ugliness of a trapped rat, which gnaws its own foot in an effort to escape.

Envy has the ugliness of a trapped rat that has gnawed its own foot in its effort to escape.

Life isn't just to be found, you have to work for it.