The world is a dangerous place, Elliot, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
Colombians say, God made our land so beautiful it was unfair to the rest of the world. So to even the score, God populated the land with a race of evil men.
The most evil of people have the most normal names, I’ve experienced. Beware anyone named Keith.
There’s no such thing as good and evil, black and white. There’s only gray. There’s only what a man can stand.
Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?
True evil is, above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn’t have cloven hooves. He is beautiful, and offers you your heart’s desire in whispered airs. Like a siren, beckoning you to ruinous shore.
Trust me, Detective. I have been doing this a long time. I know evil.
I am a contradiction. Like God. One in three and three in one. Like Mary, virgin and mother. Like man, good and evil.
No rest for the wicked.
You can’t kill murder. You can’t get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them.
The problem is not that there is evil in the world, the problem is that there is good. Because otherwise, who would care?
My father told me not to have hatred in my heart. He said that men do these things not because of evil. They do evil because of fear. And at that moment, I realized my father is a fool for believing there was a difference. If it happens, it will happen quickly and you must be prepared.
