“On December 22, 1984, at about 1:30 in the afternoon, Bernie Goetz boarded a southbound number 2 Seventh Avenue IRT train at 14th Street and his life changed forever. So did the lives of Darrell Cabey, Troy Canty, James Ramseur, and Barry Allen.”

“What happened was we had ... my wife is an artist and I am an artist and we had a quarrel about the fact that I was more, eh, exposed to the public than she was and she went to the bedroom and I went after her and she went out of the window”

“Motherfucking drug dealers. They want me to kill myself. They always smiling, saying, ‘Hey, Charlie, how many? You got my money?’ Nah, I can’t do it. It’s a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“We didn't know until later that the Van Nuys cops had received a call from some terrified citizen saying that his brother was going to shoot Kennedy”

“The social success of the Shah in the galaxy of international despots is the end result of a careful campaign, premised on two vital ingredients: snobbery and cash”

This is the show, this is the kid, the man of the hour, Mr. Dynamite, Mr. "Poppa’s Got a Brand New Bag," Mr. "Night Train"

“James Brown, probably the most influ­ential black musician of all time, will turn 56 in prison — and then 57 and perhaps 58 as well”

For 1991 alone, total revenues coming in to the PBA came to $63 million. The cop on the beat might well ask, “Where did it all go?”

Thanks to concessions won by Hart­man, within a few years Long Island cops would take it for granted that they earned more than FBI agents.

Patrolman Phil Caruso and lawyer Richard Hartman built the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association into an arrogant, insular, and wealthy institution that stands above the law and beyond scrutiny. Where is the $63 million a year in tax funds and union dues going? Only their friends know for sure.