You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
I was not a child prodigy, because a child prodigy is a child who knows as much when it is a child as it does when it grows up.
If you want to be respected, you must respect yourself.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.