“It's not what you don't know that kills you but what you know that isn't so.”

“You don't know what I'm all about / Like killing cops and reading Kerouac”

“But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.”

“Victor: White people won't respect you if you don't look mean. You have to look like a warrior, like you just got back from killing a buffalo.
Thomas: But our tribe never hunted buffalo. We were fishermen.
Victor: What, you want to look like you just caught a fish? This isn't Dances with Salmon, you know!”

“Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.”

“Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?”

“Don't you know that I'm not joking?
Aah, you think you won't, I think you will.
Don't you know that this tongue can kill?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Lady kiss that frog.”

“We're so inconsistent about what we let kill ya. "Smoking? Must be eradicated. Marijuana? Zero tolerance." But there's lots of ways to kill yourself. You know what I think kills you? Stress, and being a workaholic, and never getting laid, and, uh, McDonalds, and staying mad at people, and lying for a living, and three-martini lunches, and the all-American breakfast, and whatever Elvis was doing. That's what kills you.”

“The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked,
"What are those?"
"Soldiers."
"What are soldiers?"
"They are for war. They fight and each tries to kill as many of the other side as he can."
The girl held still and studied.
"Do you know … I know something?"
"Yes, what is it you know?"”

“What we don't know as a nation and as a citizen can kill us.”