All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.

The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.

When you're around the whole Dead scene, they're there as a tribal thing; they're there as part of a rendezvous and a pow-wow.

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

You’re just a young kid. What are you doin’ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why… bird-doggin’ chicks and bangin’ beaver. What are ya doin’ here, for Christ’s sake? What’s funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothin’ but complain about how you can’t stand it in this place here and then you haven’t got the guts just to walk out!

The secret of being a top-notch con man is being able to know what the mark wants, and how to make him think he's getting it.

Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.