The world is quite like London. It’s not good. It’s not bad. It just is. There’s no morality or dishonor. Just your own lonely code. Until your race is run. Until the end. Until we’re all just ghosts of the people we once thought we were.

My loyalty for my brother is how I measure myself.

An established reputation means less maintenance, less violence.

Blood is thicker than water.

All I’m saying is crime is still a business. You need a public relations department and we’ve got Joseph Goebbels.