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Look, Sheriff, says Emory. Look, Sheriff, says Logan Tracy. Look, this. Look, that. Your big lookers, these important fellows are. When you hear that “Look,” be careful. Go slow. Because the fellow who’s telling you to look don’t want you to. He wants you to think he’s an honest, plain-talking straight shooter who, when he says “Look,” is getting ready to level with you. He ain’t. He never is.

If there's harm done, nice times out of ten it's the rich who do it, not the poor. The rich man...changes the whole place, the whole land, so it's to his liking -- and he changes it forever. He turns the ass end of creation into real estate. Have a rich man for your friend, if you can, but a poor man for your neighbor.

Every day there was another turn I could have taken; there were a thousand other turns. But I didn’t. Others did, but not me. Am I sorry about that? Maybe, a little, sometimes. Not much. This is my life, it looks like, this one here. One to a customer is the rule. It is what it is.

You see a little green fellow a foot and a half high with a couple of dozen eyes and antennas coming out of his head buying beer at the corner store on Wednesday. Ask him where he’s in from, he says Mars. Then Saturday, here come a couple more of the same type fellows at the post office. How much more do you have to know to about decide the Martians are in town?

With the Timberlakes of this world, you almost have to stick it to them when you can, don’t you? Timberlake don’t mind. He’s — what are you when you’re padded all around, when they can’t get to you? He’s invulnerable. Taking a little shot at Timberlake is like shooting an elephant in the hindquarters with a BB gun: not only is he not hurt, you can’t tell for sure whether he knows he’s been hit.