Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.

The Mechanist instructed me to seek out and help the people of the Commonwealth. By my calculations, the easiest way to help a human is simply to destroy it. There's no point in prolonging a laughably fragile life.

I'm a well-dressed maniac!

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?

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

Part of growing up is doing what's best for the people you care about, even if sometimes, that means hurting someone else.

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

Where's everyone going? Bingo?

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

Who are you, that do not know your history?

Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

GTA, pretty much the same as the last game.

I do not see the need for so many cameras.
Tom's presence everywhere is slightly oppressive. I understand the need for transparency, but why is he in the toilets?

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