Men grew desperate and the border between bitter frustration and wild destruction is sometimes easily crossed. - Isaac Asimov

Ficou claro que a intolerância nunca era uma via de mão única, que ódio gerava ódio!

I thought you could feel love for me. I don't say you loved me, but it seemed to me you could. I never had that and, although in ancient literature they talked of it, I didn't know what they meant any more than when men in those same books talked about 'honor' and killed each other for its sake.

Harlan felt his annoyance to be quite reasonable.