What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.
The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net I’d catch only beautiful things.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
I’ve told you, Bernard. Never place your trust in us. We’re only human. Inevitably, we will disappoint you.
It’s nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you.