In East Orange, initiations were completed by murdering someone, for no other reason than to prove to a tremendously cold, tremendously tight brotherhood that you possessed the hardness required to watch their backs.
If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

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Unknown
Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

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Unknown
Please, " he says. "I'm begging you to stop." I still. "I can't stomach your pain, " he says. "I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please, " he says to me. "Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done...
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Tahereh Mafi
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
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Alice Sebold
If it weren't for greed, intolerance, hate, passion and murder, you would have no works of art, no great buildings, no medical science, no Mozart, no Van Gough, no Muppets and no Louis Armstrong.
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Jasper Fforde
More Quotes By Jeff Hobbs
But words mattered, more so in Newark than many other places. In a world where income and possessions were limited, words represented dignity, pride, self-worth.
At Yale, most everyone (except Oswaldo Gutierrez) refrained from telling Rob what to do, because of the way he'd grown up in Newark. In Newark, most everyone (except Oswaldo Gutierrez) refrained from telling Rob what to do, because of the way he'd gone to Yale.
He saw something more in those eyes. The emotion wasn't nakedly apparent, but Mr. Cawley was a professional at reading the subtleties of people. The elderly and wildly successful credit card magnate believed that certain human frailties could actually help fuel success. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Insecurity...
...he wondered how a person as bright and deserving as Rob Peace could have made the choices, beginning on the night of that banquet, that had resulted in this. And he figured that the choices hadn't necessarily begun on that night. Most likely, they'd begun...
He was known to hit low, drive upward from the hips, and flip other boys over his shoulder and onto their backs, knocking the wind out of them on the glass-littered asphalt, sometimes causing a fumble and always inciting cheers from onlookers up and down...
