Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

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

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

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.

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man con conjure by existing.

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