Character: James "Jim" Moriarty

Arbitrary uses of it and before you are already two different people.

I do not know the feeling of compassion, pity, love. No one is funnier than those who think otherwise. Looking at you - I smile. You all think that I am smiling at you. And in these moments I imagine how I inflict a bleeding wound on you and leave it to live out my life with it. I'm not killing anyone - it's too easy. I watch my victim's torment - your torment - through a microscope. When I zoom in, I see how you writhe and scream in pain, who until recently considered themselves "on horseback". It is at such moments that you show your true colors. And until that hour strikes - the hour of my retribution - you cannot even imagine what humiliations you are ready to go to save your life. But I don't know the feeling of pity.

It is impossible to teach a bad one who does not have a predisposition to it. Just as you can't teach to distinguish colorblind colors.

Lower-level criminals - who are they? It's simple - they're the ones who want to be me, think that halfway to the power and money that I have. They dream of waking up and becoming a legend of the dark streets, which is whispered in the attic. To become a name from which the debtors' blood freezes in their veins and makes them turn around with every rustle. They feed on their illusions, and I don't mind. Such tricks for me, it's like for you the pampering of a child is a prank that causes laughter.

Everyone loves evil, but not everyone dares to admit it.

Almost everyone is aiming for the role of the king, and I have always chosen the role of the jester. Why? It has long been known that only those who can make fun of themselves can rule the country.

Everyone likes to have different animals: cats, dogs, spiders. I prefer people - they are more funny.

This was another reminder to me that you can not rely on anyone, even your entourage. If you want to do something grandiose, count only on yourself, while others - intentionally or not - will fail.

Next to me, people either survive, while acquiring the qualities necessary for life, or die.

The future is a beautiful illusion that weak souls revel in. Talking about him, they think that they can live forever. But in reality they are only fleeing from the present.

Unresolved conflict and misunderstandings lead to even greater conflicts.

Better to act through others. The gray cardinals will always be ahead.

Banter is life, this is taste, this is WE!

Monotony - death!