Fear is what keeps us all in our places, and the fear of the flesh, the ruin of the flesh is the greatest of them all.

I am sickened, I am ruined, but I will build such machines to contain this plague and heal us all.

A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him.

Thanks for the thank, he never get me anything.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

You must be careful what you wish for lest your wish be granted. For there are consequences.

Be alone with my thoughts? Near on unachievable these days.

Democracy is non-negotiable.

Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman. Rise and shine. Not that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job. No one is more deserving of a rest. And all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until... well, let's just say your hour has come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and smell the ashes.

Sushi in Night City...? Sounds like suicide. And somehow disrespectful.

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.

I'm a well-dressed maniac!

You will soon have your God, and you will make it with your own hands.

Woozie: One's a fake.
CJ: That's amazing. You didn't even touch them.
Woozie: No. I just took a guess. Why else would he come in with two chips and sound so worried?

It's not out of the question that you might have a very minor case of serious brain damage.

Your body can be chrome... but the heart never changes. It wants what it wants.