Your world as you knew it is gone. How far would you go to bring it back? Shepherd created a war, but only we knew the truth.

What you taught me to do: kill 'em all.

There's a clocktower in Hereford where the names of the dead are inscribed. We try to honor their deeds, even as their faces fade from our memory. Those memories are all that's left, when the bastards have taken everything else.

There's a simplicity to war. Attacking is the only secret. Dare—and the world yields. How quickly they forget that all it takes to change the course of history...is the will of a single man.

And this... this... is my punishment.

Longing makes the heart grow founder, but I've always been a fan of hog-typing my lovers to make sure they can't escape.

Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.

Forever is the privilege of the dead.

CJ: Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Cesar: Why you always saying that? I already told you. Where the holiness does his business, is his business.

CJ: You do know that I'm black, right? And not Chinese?
Woozie: I'm blind, Carl... not stupid.

You want some weapon schematics? I can show you some fucking weapon schematics! You want a superheated Saturnite Power Fist? I can hook the shit up!

Have you ever tried to indulge an all-consuming urge to kill when you don't have opposable thumbs? Or hands? Or anything other than a bread slot?

Here, take a few radiation Chems, as my little way of saying, "I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten a ball of yarn".

[Barter 40] Dr. Courier diagnoses a terminally low discussion of caps in this conversation.

On a scale of one to ten, I'd say it's a "shut the fuck up and fix me".