Quotes: Incorruptible Pure Pureness
Watchmen across half the continent will say that Sam Vimes is as straight as an arrow, can't be corrupted, won't be turned, never took a bribe.
"You truly are incorruptible, aren't you, huh? You won't kill me, outta some misplaced sense of self-righteousness... and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun.
Good characters in fiction are the very devil. Not because most authors have little material to make them of, but because we as readers have a strong subconscious wish to find them incredible.
But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.
You appear to be... The docile type. You're very kindhearted. Very helpful. You can make friends with anyone. You're a wonderful person. ......Is that going overboard? I don't think so. You yourself should be the best judge of that.
Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away from its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.
"Always remember, son, even though you are the perfect candidate for brainwashing in this town, you’re also too pure and good-hearted to be corrupted"
Weed, your spirit is too pure.
"Must be President some day. A man you can't cajole, can't frighten, can't buy."
"[David] Robinson’s overt faith was never an issue on the Dream Team, a mature group (you can point to Barkley as an exception to that, but by now you understand how he blended in) that was able to gather in all the individual foibles, expose them to some kind of cleansing process, and have it all come out okay. But a golf course – certainly one with Charles Barkley on it – is a very tough place for a true believer. Our fivesome went on, insults flying like molecules under heat, four-letter words our lingua franca, at least for Barkley, Drexler, Hubbard, and me. I could tell Robinson was getting squirmy with all the blue being thrown around, and at one point he complained to Hubbard about Drexler’s cussing and also wanted Barkley to tone it down. Charles seemed to comply, but then at one point – I believe around the fourteenth hole – he let loose with another barrage, all of it good humor, of course, but salty.
"So Robinson shook his head, smiled beatifically, picked up his bag, and left.
"...In my mind’s eye, I still see Robinson walking off the course on that day. I didn’t necessarily want to be like him, but I knew that it took much personal commitment, inner strength, and conviction to do that. Most athletic teams and most athletic relationships are built on a foundation of sophomoric humor, insults, and dick jokes, all of it wrapped in testosterone. To stand with your team, yet somehow have the strength to stand alone from time to time... now, that takes a particular kind of man."
— Dream Team by Jack McCallum