The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job, we had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That's what the niggers don't realize. If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this - no one gives it to you. You have to take it.
One of us had to die. With me, it tends to be the other guy.
My theory on Feds is that they're like mushrooms, feed 'em shit and keep 'em in the dark.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.