If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestThe sole social evil is darkness; humanity is identity, for all men are made of the same clay.
Victor HugoIf you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.
Feet of ClayTheir faces were clay-coloured and featureless, yet not stupid; they might have been shrewd turnips.
This Real Night