Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.

WHETHER IT'S A CHILD'S TOY OR A NATION'S OIL, IT'S ALL THE SAME, the Red Rider said. YOU FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU WANT. AGGRESSION. IT'S THE SPICE OF LIFE. War was right: people had to fight for what they wanted. Or maybe balance, as Famine has said -- strength matched with temperance.

No, she thought. Not balance, Control. IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT CONTROL, War agreed merrily. [as in the meaning of why wars happen]

There's so much grey to every story - nothing is so black and white.

No person is completely wicked, just as no person is perfect. We are all grey

We are all somewhere or the other a little grey, not black and white. We have our imperfections.

I prefer to work with grey characters rather than black and white.