“Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?”

“there is a fine line between sarcasm and hostility, you seemed to have crossed it. What's up?”

“There's no fine line between "free speech" and "hate speech": Free speech is hate speech; it's for the speech you hate – and for all your speech that the other guy hates. If you don't have free speech, then you can't have an honest discussion.”

“I really hate you sometimes."
"There's a fine line between love and hate."
I glared at him. "Dream on.”

“There’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity, which should never be crossed.”

“It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.”

“I find it very scary that people try to profit off of things like genetically manipulating things. For what? There’s a fine line between progress and cruelty. If you change something in nature can you ever really go back and have we already crossed that line?”

“What shall I say? I must tread a fine line between glaciosity and friendlinosity. With just a hint of 'you don't know what you are missing, my fine-feathered friend.”

“There is a fine line between free speech and hate speech. Free speech encourages debate whereas hate speech incites violence.”

“A lot of people say there's a fine line between genius and insanity. I don't think there's a fine line, I actually think there's a yawning gulf. You see some poor bugger scuffling up the road with balloons tied to his ears, he's not going home to invent a rocket, is he?”