Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you.

All your beliefs, they're just that. They're nothing. They're how you were taught and raised. That doesn't make 'em real.

Mister, I don't want no trouble. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don't even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain't looking for no trouble, Mister.

It's my object to be stared at like a dog that's just been shown a card trick.

To me pornography is...spending all your money and not educating the people in America, but spending it instead on weapons.

That's what I'm gonna do: quit gradually...I'm gonna lose one lung; little while later I'm gonna lose the other one.

I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" bullshit. We're a virus with shoes.