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308 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1997
"There is no God. We don't have allegiance to any country. Our immediate family, like our wives and children, is secondary. Our Thing—'this thing of ours'—is first, the only thing in your life above everything."
"As that Beatles song played, I became a killer... Everything went into slow motion. I could almost feel the bullet leaving the gun and entering his skull. It was strange. I didn't hear the first shot. I didn't seem to see any blood. His head didn't seem to move, like it was a blank instead of a real bullet... I felt like I was a million miles away, like this was all a dream."
"We were all scared, not like afraid, but excited. I can't really describe it. But then I felt a surge of power. I realized that I had taken a human life, that I had the power over life and death. I was a predator. I was an animal. I was Cosa Nostra."
"You know those things attached to the sides of your head? Those ears? Use them. Listen to one story. Listen to the other one. Someplace in the middle is the truth. Don't ever react to anything in life—legitimate or illegitimate—by listening just to one side."
I bought this in an airport, OK? I didn't have anything else to read. What would you have done, smarty-pants? Fine, I admit it, I loved it.