“Tell me what kind of man governs a People, you tell me, with much exactness, what the net sum-total of social worth in that People has for some time been.”

“And now tell me, why is it that you use me words ""good people"" all the time? Do you call everyone that, or what?
- Everyone, - the prisoner replied. - There are no evil people in the world.”

“"We the people" tell the government what to do, it doesn't tell us. "We the people" are the driver, the government is the car. And we decide where it should go, and by what route, and how fast. Almost all the world's constitutions are documents in which governments tell the people what their privileges are. Our Constitution is a document in which "We the people" tell the government what it is allowed to do. "We the people" are free.”

“Why me Lord? What have I ever done
To deserve even one of the pleasures I've known?
Tell me Lord what did I ever do
That was worth loving you or the kindness you've shown?”

“Show me what a people admire, and I will tell you everything about them that matters.”

“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.”

“No one grows up. That’s one of the sickest lies they ever tell you. People change. People compromise. People get stranded in situations they don’t want to be in… and they make the best of it. But don’t try to tell me it’s some kind of… glorious preordained ascent into emotional maturity. It’s not.”

“You will tell me what you know now," he said.

"Or?"

He said nothing, so I elaborated. "See, this kind of threat usually has an 'or' attached to it. Or an 'and'. 'Tell me and I'll allow you to live' or something like that.”

“Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.”

“Kiss me," I said. "Before you say anything else, just kiss me and hold me and tell me it was worth it, no matter what happens.”