Fear has made them sloppy. The world teeters at a precipe. All scared to take a step in case they put a foot into empty air. The instinct of self-preservation. It can destroy a man's efficiency.

Rules are for children. This is war, and in war the only crime is to lose.

If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.

A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.

It's hard to be done a favor by a man you hate. It's hard to hate him so much afterwards. Losing an enemy can be worse than losing a friend, if you've had him for long enough.

Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person.

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?