Where there is no waste, there is no want.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

. . .and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.