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"Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience. A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening."
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"Obscenity is a cleansing process, whereas pornography only adds to the murk."
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"Friendship (as the ancients saw) can be a school of virtue, but also (as they did not see) a school of vice. It is ambivalent. It makes good men better and bad men worse."
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"I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centered, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal."
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Personal Development
"Prostitution' is a euphemism for rape incidents that the victim and the economy profits from."
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Personal Development
"The distinction between pretending you are better than you are and beginning to be better in reality is finer than moral sleuth hounds conceive."
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Personal Development
"Sin is the delusion of our feelings, while crime is the delusion of our actions."
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Personal Development
"We do what we enjoy, even if it is act of evil."
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Personal Development
"Sooner or later sin makes its claim on a person."
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"There never were greed and cunning in the world yet, that did not do too much, and overreach themselves. It is as certain as death."
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"And there, right in the middle of it, I find 'Forgive us our sins as we forgive those that sin against us.' There is no slightest suggestion that we are offered forgiveness on any other terms. It is made perfectly clear that if we do not forgive we shall not be forgiven."
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"Eventually he'd let the answering machine take over and had hidden in his studio. Where he's hidden all his life. From the monster. He could feel itin their bedroom now. He could feel its tail swishing by him. Feel its hot, fetid breath.All his life he knew if he was quiet enough, small enough, it wouldnn't see him. If he didn't make a fuss, didn't speak up, it wouldn't hear him, wouldn't hurt him. If he was beyond criticism and hid his cruelty with a smile and good deeds, it wouldn't devour him. By now he realized there was no hiding. It would always be there, and always find him. He was the monster."
Fear
"Where there is love there is courage,where there is courage there is peace,where there is peace there is God.And when you have God, you have everything."
Peace
"They stared ahead. Silent. Morin had never realized murderers were caught in silence. But they were."
Silence
"She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained."
Gratitude
"And Beauvoir knew then the man was a saint. He's been touched by any number of medical men and women. All healers, all well intentioned, some kind, some rough. All made it clear they wanted him to live, but none had made him feel that his life was precious, was worth saving, was worth something."
Healing
"Nice hair.' Olivier turned to Clara, hoping to break the tension.'Thank you.' Clara ran her hands through it, making it stand on end as though she'd just had a scare.'You're right.' Olivier turned to Myrna. 'She looks like a frightened doughboy from the trenches of Vimy. Not many people could carry off that look. Very bold, very new millennium. I salute you.'Clara narrowed her eyes and glared at Myrna whose smile went from ear to ear."
Humor
"And all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge."
Wisdom
"Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience. A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening."
Morality
"A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything."
Crime
"Murder was deeply human. A person was killed and a person killed. And what powered the final thrust wasn't a whim, wasn't an event. It was an emotion. Something once healthy and human had become wretched and bloated and finally buried. But not put to rest. It lay there, often for decades, feeding on itself, growing and gnawing, grim and full of grievance. Until it finally broke free of all human restraint. Not conscience, not fear, not social convention could contain it. When that happened, all hell broke loose. And a man became a monster."
Murder
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