“Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?”
“Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.”
“The idea was flawed, of course," he said irritably. "Innately and fatally flawed. It depended on two of the human race's greatest myths: the possibility of permanence, and the simplicity of human nature. Both of which are all well and good in literature, but the purest fantasy outside the covers of a book. Our story should have stopped that night with the cold cocoa, the night we moved in: and they all lived happily ever after, the end. Inconveniently, however, real life demanded that we keep on living.”
“Man's fatal flaw is misplaced optimism.”
“Handsome and brilliantly rich; their fatal flaw is murder.”
“I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.”