When you know who I am. Let me be your man.

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man." "Screw you, Barrons." "I'm not that man, either.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.