Who cares about that stuff? This is America, not Jerusalem. I’m an American. Let Harry be a Jew.
Somehow, I had the feeling that I was responsible for Harry being dead. I remembered all the times that I wished he were dead, all the times I had dreamed of killing him. I got to thinking that maybe my wishing had finally killed him.
She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me.
As long as they’re willing to pay to prove it, I’m willing to let them.
The more money the louder it talks.
Look out for Number One. If you don’t, no one else will.
If a man is dumb, someone is going to get the best of him, so why not you? If you don’t, you’re as dumb as he is.
Anyone who’d sell out a whole town wouldn’t hesitate to double-cross one man.
Don’t go away. I don’t want to be alone. I can’t stand being alone.