Here, I thought, I had found the human race in its final stages of decadence—perverse, insouciant, without ambition. And I could not blame them. Afte… - Michael Moorcock

It's like prostitution."
"It's a lot like prostitution, isn't it?"
"You see nothing wrong…?"
"The customer's always right."
"And you have no," she shuddered, "ethics?"
"I give the public what it wants, if that's what you mean.

It is a dilemma known to all men, perhaps," Rackhir said. "At least to some degree."
"Aye—to wonder what purpose there is to one's existence and what point there is to purpose, even if it should be discovered.

Orelli smiled to himself. It was a wickedly introspective smile as if he looked into his own soul and was pleased with the evil he found there.