In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?

Because it's his bad luck to be the best.

Did you ever think, Clarice, why the Philistines don't understand you? It's because you are the answer to Samson's riddle. You are the honey in the lion.

The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.

Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself.