...the older I get, the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.

- Why you?- (...) I’m the best.- Modest of you.- I am the best. Modesty has nothing to say about it.

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.