Well, it's one louder, isn't it? It's not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You're on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you're on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
I don’t want realism, I want magic. Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don’t tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth. And if that’s sinful of me, well let me be dammed for it…
If you hold back anything, I’ll kill ya. If you bend the truth, or I think you’re bending the truth, I’ll kill ya. If you forget anything, I’ll kill ya. In fact, Nicolarse, you’re going to have to work very ****ing hard to stay alive…
Well, I've chosen you to be the guardian of these books and their secrets. I want you to copy them. You speak Latin; not many do. Your job will be to preserve these works and these... fragments, for all eternity. But if you ever tell anyone about them, I will let them crucify you.
"I don't like your kind of people. I don't like to see you come out to this clean country in your oily hair, dressed up in those silk suits, and try to pass yourselves off as decent Americans. I'll do business with you, but the fact is that I despise your masquerade. The dishonest way you pose yourself. Yourself and your whole ****ing family."
"Senator, we're both part of the same hypocrisy. But never think it applies to my family."