Crime takes the pulse of a culture. It tells us the truth about us as a species.
I was kind of a troublemaker, believe it or not.
In the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.
I'm weird, I do crazy things, it's not like the average norm.
Reality is: Should people steal in this world? Yes. How do I know they should? They all do.
After all, crime is only a left-handed form of human endeavor.
I've never been a bad boy.
I'm interested in people who are not exactly the middle way, or who are trying something else because they cannot prevent themselves from being different, or they wish to be different, or they are different because society pushed them away.
EXCEPTION, n. A thing which takes the liberty to differ from other things of its class, as an honest man, a truthful woman, etc.
In my personal life, I was quite a different Boy Next Door than the one Mr. and Mrs. Middle America imagined me to be.
Well if done a lot of hard work to try and get people to act rationally, the fact that weve had 15 deviant Muslims, plus 5 or 8 others that got away does not mean that all Muslims are deviant or extremists.
I had always broken the rules.
Whenever you see people talking about how real they are or how normal they are, it seems odd to have that self awareness that you could potentially not be normal.
We are the people our parents warned us about.
I've always tended to play people who relish playing against the rules.
Normal is the average of deviance.
One of the advantages of having laws is the pleasure one may take in breaking them.
There's definitely a fascination with crime stories and stories of characters acting out against authority.
Be childish. Be irresponsible. Be disrespectful. Be everything this society hates.
Yeah, I think people are drawn to characters that break the rules.
I'm rather pro-prostitution, I admire people who do it. It can't be much fun. Thank goodness for it. People need relief or they become murderers.
I don't say we all ought to misbehave, but we ought to look as if we could.
Crime is a product of social excess.
I always had a pretty good knack for raising hell.
I wasn't a rebel.
