We do many things we shouldn't in the course of a life. It doesn't make them right or wrong, just a part of who we are.

No gangster is ever happy when he's at peace. The main reason he's in the business is to eliminate his enemies.

Gangsters live for the action. The closer to death, the nearer to the heated coil of the moment, the more alive they feel. Most would rather succumb to a barrage of bullets from a roomful of sworn enemies than to the debilitation of old age, dying the death of the feeble. A gangster becomes as addicted to the thrill of the battle and the potential to die in the midst of it as he does to he more attractive lures in his path. In his world, the potential for death exists every day. The better gangsters don't shy away from such a dreaded possibility but rather find comfort in its proximity.

We do many things we shouldn't in the course of a life. It doesn't make them right or wrong, just a part of who we are.

A true gangster can smell out a person's strenghts and weaknesses in a matter of minutes, but what they can sense most of all, what their bodies are most attuned to, is the scent of fear.