“He looks over at me, six feet two inches of total fear, and I sell him out-sell him right down the river.”

“Then Cynthia looked at him and smiled, and he knew he couldn’t possibly resist her, no matter what she had done. It felt as though the two of them had just stripped naked and dived off a high cliff over a beautiful river. The water below looked cool and inviting. But what if it was only six inches deep?”

“The only rule that ever made sense to me I learned from a history, not an economics, professor at Wharton. "Fear," he used to say, "fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe." That blew me away. "Turn on the TV," he'd say. "What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products." Fuckin' A, was he right. Fear of aging, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of failure. Fear is the most basic emotion we have. Fear is primal. Fear sells.”

“I just starred at him like he was trying to sell me the Sham-wow and the Slapchop for only $19.99”

“When you sell a man a book you don't sell him just 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue--you sell him a whole new life.”

“People who make a party to pecadillo in every case, sell their integrity down the river.”