My question is, do you believe in an evil possessed of its own purity? or does every act intend some good?

Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond any comprehension Love is a weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength.

If you worry about what everyone is trying to do, you become a spectator and not a player.

Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness.

one doesn't interrupt a beautiful girl unless one is going to be funny.

Evil is simple and empty. Evil has no mysterious depths. We stare into a dark hole and fill it with our fears, but it is only a hole.

A wolf can be a wolfhound, son, but it can never be a lapdog.