Michael: Surviving is winning, Franklin, everything else is bullshit. Fairy tales spun by people too afraid to look life in the eye. Whatever it takes, kid: survive.
Franklin: Damn straight.

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

You mechs may have copper wiring to reroute your fear of pain, but I've got nerves of steel.

Hey, hermano. Your new life... it starts now.

Grace Romero: Can't imagine where she's gone. Vale's a wide place. She could be anywhere.
Player: Unless marauders got her. Then parts of her could be in a lot of places.