It's a very bad habit, but one I find hard to break.
The truth shall make you free, but first it will make you miserable.
We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind.
What we have here is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.
He found Pendergast's cool gaze on him, and he fidgeted. He'd forgotten about those eyes. They made you feel like you had just been stripped of your secrets.
You cannot stare evil in the face; it has no face. It has no body, no bones, no blood. Any attempt to describe it ends in glibness and self-delusion.
Once again, we shall have to operate not only outside the box, but outside the room containing the box.
The wise and good are outnumbered a thousand to one by the brutal and stupid.
One can reach the gates of hell just as easily by short steps as by large.