There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or, if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.
There in lies the path to Hell. Edw- Caesar needed me to translate. Translation became giving orders. Giving orders became leading into battle. Leading into battle became training, punishing, terrorising. A series of small mistakes before a great fall. And I stayed in that darkness until after Hoover Dam. Until I failed Caesar and he had me burned alive, and thrown into the Grand Canyon.
"There must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said - no. But somehow we missed it."
—Guildenstern, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
"One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her - is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?"
— Oatsie Manglehand, Wicked
All things truly wicked start from an innocence.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast
No one becomes depraved all at once.
— Juvenal, Satires
In every man's heart there is a devil, but we do not know the man as bad until the devil is roused.
— James Oliver Curwood, The Case of Beauvais