Hidetora: What madness have I spoken? Wherein lies my senility?
Saburo Naotora Ichimonji: I'll tell you. What kind of world do we live in? One barren of loyalty and feeling.
Hidetora: I'm aware of that.
Saburo Naotora Ichimonji: So you should be! You spilled an ocean of blood. You showed no mercy, no pity. We too are children of this age... weaned on strife and chaos. We are your sons, yet you count on our fidelity. In my eyes, that makes you a fool. A senile old fool!
"Starfucker just like my Daddy, yes
Sellin' his baby just like my daddy, yes
Gonna strike a deal made him feel
Like a congressman
Runnin' in the family, oh it runs in the family"
—Tori Amos, "Professional Widow"
"H.H.'s memoir is chatty. He tells us how in 1926 his father traced an absconding partner to Havana and with an Army Colt .45 got back his money. 'Father's intervention was direct, illegal, and effective.' Years later his son's Cuban work proved to be indirect and ineffective; but at least it was every bit as illegal as dad's."
—Gore Vidal, "The Art and Arts of E. Howard Hunt"