'I mean, we haven't seen many people, but I know they're up ahead, and whenever there's a Tower involved, there's a man. You wait for the man because you gotta meet the man, and in the end money talks and bullshit walks, or maybe here it's bullets instead of bucks that do the talking. So is that it? Saddle up? Go to meet the man? Because if it's just a replay of the same old shitstorm, you two should have left me for the lobsters.' Eddie looked at him with dark-ringed eyes. 'I been dirty, man. If I found out anything, it's that I don't want to die dirty.'

'You sound like Henry, man.' Eddie had begun to cry himself. He didn't want to. He hated to cry. 'He had a tower, too, only it wasn't dark. Remember me telling…

'Who's gonna come through some magic door and save you, man? Do you know? I do. No one. You drew all you could draw. Only thing you can draw from now on is a f…

'No matter what.' Eddie looked at him with love and hate and all the aching dearness of one man's dying hopeless helpless reach for another man's mind and will…

In a serious struggle there is no worse cruelty than to be magnanimous at an inopportune time.

[His reply to the chairman's other stock question, which had previously never failed to embarrass the claimant: 'Tell me, Mr. Strachey, what would you do if yo…

I hate to waste a really good threat.