As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth.

Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950__. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

Being comfortable with the lies can be catastrophic.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

It seems to me that evil is a kind of ultimate greed, a greed that is so all-encompassing that it can't ever see anything lovely, rare, or precious without wanting to possess it. A greed so total that if it can't possess these things, it will destroy them rather than chance that someone else might have them. And a greed so intense that even having these things never causes it to lessen one iota -- the lovely, the rare and the precious never affect it except to make it want them.

Do not be devilish.