The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn't get.

Time will unfold its leaves.

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.

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

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.

The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.