...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.

It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.