The job of the organizer is to maneuver and bait the establishment so that it will publicly attack him as a “dangerous enemy.

Work? It’s just serious play.

If I'm lucky, in a month from now, best-case scenario, I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.

People always do the right thing for the wrong reason.

I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad. OK? It's a cruel world, Walt. Grow up.

My real name's McGill. The Jew thing I just do for the homeboys. They all want a pipe-hitting member of the tribe, so to speak.

It really is a nice theory. The only defect I think it has is probably common to all philosophical theories. It's wrong.