villains

No one just starts giggling and wearing black and signs up to become a villainous monster. How the hell do you think it happens? It happens to people. Just people. They make questionable choices, for what might be very good reasons. They make choice after choice, and none of them is slaughtering roomfuls of saints, or murdering hundreds of baby seals, or rubber-room irrational. But it adds up. And then one day they look around and realized that they're so far over the line that they can't remember where it was.

The novelist Dumas would one day borrow features from both of his uncles, not to mention his grandfather, the acknowledged scoundrel, in fashioning the central villains of The Count of Monte Cristo. Reading court documents detailing the sordid unraveling of Charles's sham fortune, which would have devastating effects on his daughter and her unsuspecting husband, I couldn't help thinking that one of the interesting things about Dumas's villains is that, while greedy and unprincipled themselves, they produce children who can be innocent and decent. This was something that the writer understood very well from his own family.

Justice doesn__ talk. It sings!

If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.

We__e happier when the assholes are villains.

But what do you care about Qorlec?_ went on Dr. Zorgone. __ heard you escaped Alsa Sif V, and immediately upon your departure,_ he frowned, __ou set coordinates for Earth?_ He laughed softly, nastily, and Quinn felt anger shiver through her to see the twinkling mockery in his eyes. __hat would your people think to know that, I wonder?_ continued Dr. Zorgone, tilting his head. __he first place you ran to wasn__ Qorlec, wasn__ the ancient home of your __ighty_ ancestors, but the polluted shit-ball of ape people? The true home of the true empress is Earth._ His eyes danced over her, searching, hungry. __ou speak Roknal and English fluently, but I bet you don__ know a damn lick of Aviye. The entirian princess isn__ even entirian --___hat do you want?_ Quinn said abruptly.__hat do I want?_ repeated Dr. Zorgone, rolling his eyes to the starry sky. __et__ see . . . What do I want? I always wanted an indoor pool.__uinn__ lips tightened.

There__ no point running anyway. In t-minus ten minutes, you will have no where to run to.__uinn tensed at the triumphant look in his eyes. _. . .what have you done?___ have entered launch codes in the computer. In exactly ten minutes, Alpha Star 9 will be a black stain in the middle of Utah.__uinn__ lips part in shock.__es,_ said. Dr. Zorgone in amusement. __ramatic gasp!

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

Watching across the aisles, the Nevers' faces began to change. One by one, their scowls turned sorrowful, their eyes melted to hurt. Hort, Ravan, Anadil, even Hester...as if they too wished they could have such joy. As if they too wished they could feel as wanted. Gone was their will to fight, lost to broken hearts, and the villains shrank into silence, snakes drained of venom.

In the world of so-called villains, what we need is not another hero. What we need is to stop the influx of people who dress themselves as menaces and proceed to harm others.

If you don't beleve in yourself, who will?' ~Maybeck

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

Discouragement, fear, and depression__hree villains who lurk in the dark.They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter your dreams and extinguish your spark.Their tactics are highly effective.They crush a great many each day.And under their spell it is easy to dwellOn fiascoes and failures that end in dismay.The heart and the mind are left heavy.The last speck of will is erased.And nothing stays on when these villains are gonebut a mouthful of bile with the bitterest taste.Alas! You must conquer the scoundrels!Elude, dodge, and keep them at bay!To feel fear slink in, boring under your skin,is a sign that his brothers are well on their way.So reach for your weapons against them!Take hope and hard work in each hand!Strap faith on your hips and a prayer on your lipsand show those debasers how firmly you stand!Discouragement, fear and depression__he truth should be known of these cads.They__e empty and weak; it is your strength they seek.Deny them and life is your wish in the bag.

The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive__f their looks matched their charm and their cunning__hey wouldn't only be dang

My books have very few villains pretending to be righteous, but they are filled with good people who have pretended to be villains so well that they believe it themselves. This is how I like to view reality.

Heroes can save the world, but villains can change it.

This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.

Humans are the villains, they are the killers. That's the truth.... for god sake!