Dan Quayle Quotes

I never saw anything that would qualify as a criminal activity.

I suppose I shall have to compound a felony as usual.

I now know how to steal a watch when someone's wearing it. It's an excellent talent to have.

People love gentle larceny.

I steal scenes, I steal opportunities. I am the ultimate thief. I got sticky fingers, man. They all call me The Thief.

It is needless to say that women make the most patient as well as the most dangerous pickpockets.

The number one rule of thieves is that nothing is too small to steal.

I had known there had been a serial killer on Mount Tamalpais, and it felt so incongruous in such a beautiful, peaceful spot.

In the end, crime doesn't pay.

I rob banks for a living, what do you do?

Individually the poor are not too tempting to thieves, for obvious reasons. Mug a banker and you might score a wallet containing a month's rent. Mug a janitor and you will be lucky to get away with bus fare to flee the crime scene.

Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.

You look at the descriptions of Whitey by law enforcement during his early years, and they sum him up pretty well. He was the same guy 40 years later; he just had $40 million more, and had committed 40 more murders.

… murderer and peasant slayer

I think crime pays. The hours are good, you travel a lot.

A handbook for gangsters.

Folks who think organised crime is a thing of the past are only kidding themselves.

Petty thievery is a more profitable job than pool hustling, which it resembles, requires far less talent and training, and is equally devoid of promise.

I've been thinking about a bank robbery my whole life.

People were looting tombs 5,000 years ago in Egypt as soon as people were buried, but the problem is only getting worse and worse.

As soon as I got to L.A., there was this big crime where these guys tunnelled underneath a bank on a three-day weekend and went right up to the vault and emptied everything out.

I've been in places that have been robbed.

If you get robbed, no one's going to ask you, 'Well, what were you wearing?'

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

Besides, who wants to read about success, anyway? Successful serial murderers, maybe.