Apocalypse Now

Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500.

We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene!

I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.

Every man has got a breaking point.

While you Americans... you are fighting for the biggest nothing in history!

Someday this war's gonna end. That would be just fine with the boys on the boat. They weren't looking for anything more than a way home. Trouble is, I'd been back there and I knew that it
just didn't exist any more.

The war was being run by a bunch of four-star clowns who were gonna end up giving the whole circus away.

What do you call it when the assassins accuse the assassin? They lie... They lie, and we have to be merciful for those who lie... Those nabobs, I hate them. I do hate them.

Was just a little story about Paris and people starving during the war. They are around the table and there was a silence. Somebody says, "An angel is passing by." So somebody said, "Let's eat it."

I used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldn't be able to make it to Heaven. But now? Fuck! I mean, I don't care where it goes, as long as it ain't here.

The man is clear in his mind... but his soul is mad.

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

Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... Victory! Someday this war's gonna end...