The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

Those are the voices of my brothers$$$ darling; I love the company of wolves.

Love does not make me gentle or kind.

Pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing$$$ which was on fire.

No ghost of any common sense begins a conversation.

Every story has a moral$$$ you just need to be clever enough to find it.

Action springs out of what we fundamentally desire.

Reality is a sound$$$ you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

Here lies one who knew how to get around him men who were cleverer than himself.

Our 'superior morality' is properly rather an 'inferior criminality' produced not by greater love of Virtue$$$ but by greater perfection of Police; and of that far subtler and stronger Police$$$ called Public Opinion.