“Well, let me tell you, gentlemen, the games of the devil are not restricted to those confined to hell. Others can play them.”

“You know, Mr. Webb, you have two commands you use with irritating frequency. 'Move' and 'Let's go.”

“I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?”

“There'll come a moment when you think you can make it, and you'll try.”

“I loathe him. He stands for everything I hate in Washington. The right schools, houses in Georgetown, farms in Virginia, quiet meetings at their clubs. They've got their tight little world and you don't break in--they run it all. The bastards. The superior, self-inflated gentry of Washington. They use other men's intellects, other men's work, wrapping it all into decisions bearing their imprimaturs. And if you're on the outside, you become part of that amorphous entity, a 'damn fine staff.' (Alfred Gillette)”

“If I haven't done badly, it's because I've become indispensable to too many like David Abbott. I have in my head a thousand facts they couldn't possibly recall. It's simply easier for them to place me where the questions are, where problems need solutions. (Alfred Gillette)”

“It was important to keep moving. Certain struggles continued. Others had to be brought to a close. The wisdom was in deciding which.”