Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

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.

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

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

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

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

I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.