“Kdy došlo k tomu, že budoucnost přestala být příslibem a stala se hrozbou?”

“Listen, now, you're going to die, Ray-mond K. K. K. Hessel, tonight. You might die in one second or in one hour, you decide. So lie to me. Tell me the first thing off the top of your head. Make something up. I don't give a shit. I have a gun.Finally, you were listening and coming out of the little tragedy in your head.Fill in the blank. What does Raymond Hessel want to be when he grows up?Go home, you said you just wanted to go home, please.No shit, I said. But after that, how did you want to spend your life? If you could do anything in the world.Make something up.You didn't know.Then you're dead right now, I said. I said, now turn your head.Death to commence in ten, in nine, in eight.A vet, you said. You want to be a vet, a veterinarian.You could be in school working your ass off, Raymond Hessel, or you could be dead. You choose. I stuffed your wallet into the back of your jeans. So you really wanted to be an animal doctor. I took the saltwater muzzle of the gun off one cheek and pressed it against another. Is that what you've always wanted to be, Dr. Raymond K. K. K. K. Hessel, a veterinarian?...So, I said, go back to school. If you wake up tomorrow morning, you find a way to get back into school.I have your license.I know who you are. I know where you live. I'm keeping your license, and I'm going to check on you, mister Raymond K. Hessel. In three months, and then six months, and then a year, and if you aren't back in school on your way to being a veterinarian, you will be dead...Raymond K. K. Hessel, your dinner is going to taste better than any meal you've ever eaten, and tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your life.”

“Únicamente cuando se pierde todo somos libres para actuar.”

“Se pueden repetir los mismos milagros una y otra vez mientras nadie recuerde la última vez”

“Sentía ganas de meterle una bala entre los ojos a cualquier panda que se negara a follar para salvar su especie. Quería abrir las válvulas de descarga rápida de todos los petroleros y cubrir de crudo todas esas magnificas playas que yo jamás conocería. Quería respirar humo.”

“«Il motivo principale per cui la gente se ne va dai paesini di provincia» diceva sempre Rant, «è perché così poi può sognare di tornarci. E il motivo per cui ci resta è per sognare di andarsene». Con questo Rant voleva dire che nessuno è felice, da nessuna parte”

“Uno empieza con las pajas y llega a las orgías. Uno fuma un poco de hierba y acaba metiéndose caballo. Es esta cultura nuestra de lo más grande, lo más fuerte, lo más rápido y lo mejor. La palabra clave es progresar.En América, si tu adicción no se renueva y mejora constantemente, eres un perdedor.”