Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that’s who. (NW)
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... evil might come animal sharp in the night or greyly by day on a list ... (CJ)
You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong but you had to choose. Knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. And always, always you did it by yourself. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. (CJ)
The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed. (CJ)
And they acted like savages*.
* Again, when people like Mrs Whitlow use this term they are not, for some inexplicable reason, trying to suggest that the subjects have a rich oral tradition, a complex system of tribal rights and a deep respect for the spirits of their ancestors. They are implying the kind of behaviour more generally associated, oddly enough, with people wearing a full suit of clothes, often with the same insignia. (LC) '... if you do know Right from Wrong you can't choose Wrong. You just can't do it and live.' (Ma)
The wages of sin are death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays. (WA)
Fairy godmothers develop a very deep understanding about human nature, which makes the good ones kind and the bad ones powerful. (WA)
I hadn't noticed him before because he was one of these people you wouldn't notice if he was with you in a wardrobe.
He smiled the sort of smile you have to learn and stuck out his hand. Can't remember his face. He had a warm, friendly handshake, the kind where you want to have a wash afterwards. (BOS) She didn't look like a mass murderer, but Linsay recalled that mass murderers never did. (BOS)
'... If there's one thing you can say about them it's that they're vicious little sods.' (BOS)
'Mankind isn't really evil. It hasn't got enough dignity to be evil.' (BOS)
Hell needed horribly bright, self-centred people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage. (E)
It’s a fact as immutable as the Third Law of Sod that there is no such thing as a good Grand Vizier. (P)
… if a witch started thinking of anyone as “just” anything that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels and a too-small stove …. (SC)
The Demon God Yoth-Ziggurat might want to chop your soul up into little pieces, but at least he doesn’t tell you that you haven’t got one. (JD)
Abrim laughed. It’s wasn’t a nice sound. It sounded as though he had had laughter explained to him, probably slowly and repeatedly, but had never heard anyone actually do it. (S)
The Troll’s Head was a cesspit of a different colour. Its customers, if they reformed, tidied themselves up and generally improved their image out of all recognition might, just might, aspire to be considered the utter dregs of humanity. And in the Shades, a dreg is a dreg. (S)
Humans can think inhuman thoughts. (JD)
The more you faced the light the brighter is grew, and one day for the brief respite that it brought you’d look over your shoulder. And you’d see how lovely and rich and dark and beguiling your shadow had become … (BOS)
Knowing how bad you could be is a great encouragement to being good. (BOS)
… the smug face of virtue triumphant could almost be as horrible as wickedness revealed. (BOS)
… there is no point in being the official bad person if you play by the rules. (BOS)
She didn’t look like a mass murderer, but Linsay recalled that mass murderers never did. (LE)
‘Mankind isn’t really evil. It hasn’t got enough dignity to be evil.’ (LE)
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