Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.

The last time everyone loved or at least liked everyone was when the world had a population of about 4.

If where you are is worthwhile then where you are from doesn't matter.

It was a time when a degree was expected but not much respected.

But isn't it likely that everyone in this world...has killed someone or other on their way to the top?...All I wanted was a chance to be a man--and for that, one murder is enough.

People of civilized countenance made much of exposing the soft underbellies of their psyche - effete and sensitive were the brands of finer breeding. It was easy for them, safe, and that was the whole point, after all: a statement of coddled opulence that burned the throats of the poor more than any ostentatious show of wealth.

To be truly positive in the eyes of some, you have to risk appearing negative in the eyes of others.