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

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

“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)”

“You're on your own now. You are not helpless. You will find your way.”

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

“You're on tenth base, I can't find you.”

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