I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

What is government but theft by consent?

Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.

What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.

There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.