What’s the face of a coward? The back of his head as he runs from the battle

There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but I lived in a house of cards all my life and...

We seem to feel as though the life our children have — that we have built for them — is just a delicate house of cards, held together by the most intricate balancing of all...

Morality, Sir, is the monologue of the unexcited and the unexcitable, the revenge of the unsuccessful, the punishment of those who tried and failed, or who never had the courage to try at all.