Leave the gun, take the cannoli.

When he wrote about class, he claimed that people with a great deal of money had to be cruel and defensive, and that the poor ought to become criminals since they had to fight laws written by the rich to protect their money. He wrote that all welfare was simply a necessary bribe to keep the poor from starting a revolution. About religion, he wrote that it should be prescribed like medication.

Don had made a fewer mistakes and learned from every one of them.

Thank God you’re poor, Mom.

All of these men were good listeners, patient men. They had one other thing in common. They were those rarities, men who had refused to accept the rule of organized society, men who refused the dominion of other men. There was no force, no mortal man who could bend them to their will unless they wished it. They were men who guarded their free will with wiles and murder. Their wills could be subverted only by death. Or the utmost reasonableness.

Once anybody makes up their mind to kill then there’s no other problem. That’s the hard part, making up your mind.

She cannot return your love. She does not live in our world. She does not even live in the world of animals. She lives on a different star, absolutely alone.

A life without flowers is no life at all, for beauty is more necessary than we can imagine.

A life is sacred or it isn’t. We can’t adjust what we believe just because it causes us pain.

Don’t ever take sides with anyone against the Family again.