“I want to hug you. And I want to tear your gods-damned head off. Both at once."

"Ah," said Locke. "Near as I can tell, that’s the definition of 'family' right there.”

“I said I fell down.
Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once.
I said I don't want to talk about it.”

“You have a head and a heart? Reveal only one of them, I say; If you reveal both at once, doubly they'll damn you, for both.”

“I don’t need to be reminded that we’re up to our heads in dark water. I just want you boys to remember that we’re the gods-damned sharks.”

“Ah, pay no heed if your enemies laugh. They'll not be able to once you lop off their heads.”

“I don't trust President Obama with our records. I know you gave him a big hug, and if you want to give him a big hug again, go right ahead.”

“You both should feel honored.”
“Right, very honored,” I said. “Always wanted to be possessed!”

“I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?' he asks.
'No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,' I tell him.”

“Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.”

“You’re a damn fool, boy. I want you to know that now, in case I don’t get a chance to tell you later.”