Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
Riots happen because rationale is eclipsed by revenge.
Those we murder with our mouths often live longest
I chose not to fight it. Eating them…is my revenge.
What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming.
There can be no greater motivator for evil than a huge sense of injustice!
The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
When someone is mean to me, I just make them a victim in my next book.
There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite. For forty years together it will remember its injury down to...