I feel dead. Everything in the past is gone. I checked out of my rooming house before I came here. ... I don’t want to go back to any of it again. I want to be finished with it. (Chapter 1)

I don’t mind getting smacked on the chin. I just don’t want to get nibbled to death. There’s a difference. (Chapter 4)

… there’s just one rule—use whatever material you’ve got. (Chapter 4)

Don’t you go liking people, Jim. We can’t waste time liking people. (Chapter 6)

People have said, ‘mobs are crazy, you can’t tell what they’ll do.’ Why don’t people look at mobs not as men, but as mobs? A mob nearly always seems to act reasonable, for a mob. (Chapter 8)

The thing will carry on and on. It’ll spread, and some day—it’ll work. Some day we’ll win. We’ve got to... (Chapter 8)