Where there is no waste, there is no want.

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.

Where there is no waste, there is no want.

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

Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.

Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.

There is no vengeance as terrible as the vengeance a coward plots in the dark of his heart.