And the simple people are trash. A herd of sheep that are good for shearing, but sometimes it's more profitable to slaughter them.

Generally speaking, we can and should say everything. We just have to choose the right time, otherwise the truth can be worse than a lie.

There is no abstract Evil; you have to understand that! Its roots are here, all around us, in this herd that goes on chewing and having a good time only an hour after a murder!

That's the way it goes sometimes: in order to help your friends, first you have to help your enemy. Better get used to it.

Fairy tales lie just as much as statistics do, but sometimes you can find a grain of truth in them.

When there are strange things going on all around, every coincidence should be considered very carefully.

What an unfortunate instrument the guitar is! An instrument of such great nobility, a genuine monarch of music-- reduced to a pitiful lump of wood with six strings, constantly abused by people with no ear and no voice.