"I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want som…"

"I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the child…"

"Charlie don't surf!"

"We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes b…"

"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare: crawling, slitherin…"

"Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?"

"As long as cold beer, hot food, rock 'n' roll, and all the other amenities remain expected norm, our conduct of the w…"

"I've seen horrors, horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me…"

"You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napal…"

"The horror ... the horror. [These are Kurtz's last words, and parallel those of the novella's Mr. Kurtz character.]"