villains

You learn eventually that, while there are no villains, there are no heroes either. And until you make the final discovery that there are only human beings, who are therefore all the more fascinating, you are liable to miss something.

I can certainly identify with The Villain. A Villain is someone who has a past, who is strongly opinionated, fearless, doesn't get intimated by anything, and went beyond suffering. It's an empowerment figure.

I just wonder_ Isn__ it better to start as a monster and become a hero? Isn__ that what creates belief? The idea that someone can change?

We always vilify what we don't understand.

This is how The Jewel operates. Status is our sole occupation. Gossip is our currency.

Such a brute should underneath all his braggart tricks, his viciousness, his vileness, be a coward. But I am convinced that he was not. Because even cowardice requires a certain degree of sensitivity, and a certain value for life.

Villains and plots and enemies are simple things to me. But friendships are complicated, and love is harder still. It has wounded me deeper than a sword ever could.

Like watches over like, as the saying goes.

He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn__ eat too much of it at once.__ nodded slowly. __ight,_ I said. __hat___sweet, I think.

There__ a long, uncomfortable silence in which I contemplate what might happen next. Maybe like the villain in a movie, this is where she gives me a long spiel about her hard-up life before she kills me. Not that I totally believe she__ nefarious. Real life isn__ made up of heroes and villains. Just ordinary people making choices they have to live with.

What do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?'She nodded.'The firing squad.''That's not the whole truth. Try again.''Insatiability,' he said with some bitterness.'That's oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,' she insisted. 'One more time.'He was silent for several minutes.'The map of a country in which I only exist by virtue of the extravagance of my metaphors.''Now you're being too sophisticated. And, besides, what metaphors do we have in common?

Remember when being a villain was all about wild nights and brawls in the street?

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.

Some writers, notably Anton Chekov, argue that all characters must be admirable, because once we've looked at anyone deeply enough and understood their motivation we must identify with them rather than judge them.

I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You and I are more alike than you think? Well,_ the Marquess took September__ hand in hers and very gently kissed it. __e are. Oh, how alike we are! I feel very warmly towards you, and I only want to protect you, as I wish someone had protected me. Come, September, look out the window with me. It__ not a difficult thing. A show of faith, let__ call it.

Trying to shatter peace, even if it__ not one you agree with, is the work of the mad and the wicked.

We were thinkers not talkers.We were problems not solutions.We were heroes of the dark, villains with a spark.

Heroes don't exist. And if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.