“If I'm garbage you're a bunch of maggots”

Evy, in The Gingerbread Lady (1970); cited from The Collected Plays of Neil Simon (New York: Random House, 1971) vol. 2, p. 76

Johnny Got His Gun (1938)
Context: Just say "mister I'm sorry, I got no time to die, I'm too busy" and then turn and run like hell. If they say coward why don't pay any attention because it's your job to live not to die. If they talk about dying for principles that are bigger than life, you say "mister you're a liar. Nothing is bigger than life". There's nothing noble in death. What's noble about lying in the ground and rotting? What's noble about never seeing the sunshine again? What's noble about having your legs and arms blown off? What's noble about being an idiot? What's noble about being blind and deaf and dumb? What's noble about being dead? Because when you're dead, mister, it's all over. It's the end. You're less than a dog, less than a rat, less than a bee or an ant, less than a white maggot crawling around on a dungheap. You're dead, mister, and you died for nothing.

Glengarry Glen Ross (1993), Dave Moss

Source: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Henry Miller on Writing (1964)

Source: Simply Irresistible

The Alex Jones Show https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HfKpomrL3A, Feb 10, 2014 <br class="br">2014

Source: Lady Knight