"Who cares about that stuff? This is America, not Jerusalem. I'm an American. Let Harry be a Jew." — Arnold Rothstein

Anyone who'd sell out a whole town wouldn't hesitate to double-cross one man.

As long as they're willing to pay to prove it, I'm willing to let them.

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.