I knew so many gangsters, and I call on that experience with them for characters.
— Frank VincentSummerhill children are allowed to go through their gangster period, and consequentially more furniture is destroyed.
— A.S. NeillWhen a woman once asked Joe how he could come from such a magnificent home and such a good family and still become a gangster, Joe's answer was two-pronged: (a) he wasn't a gangster, he was an outlaw; (b) he came from a magnificent house not a magnificent home.
— Dennis LehaneJimmy Sadd is the most evil man I’ve ever known. I mean really evil. I’m not talking about tough, or cruel – all the bosses are tough and cruel. You’ll never get anywhere in our world if you’re not respected. But Jimmy ... God damn, Bruno, getting involved with Sadd ... I’d rather do a deal with the devil himself. Sadd is worse. You’ll never get out.”George HansonIn The Shadow of Sadd.
— Steen LangstrupCuz even a gangsta rapper can find redemptionFor the sins committed before revelation.
— Carlos SalinasNot afraid to die , but not the fear of death.
— Rotik the marathi rapperThere was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.
— Mark CapellThe gangs filled a void in society, and the void was the absence of family life. The gang became a family. For some of those guys in the gang that was the only family they knew, because when their mothers had them they were too busy having children for other men. Some of them never knew their daddies. Their daddies never look back after they got their mothers pregnant, and those guys just grew up and they couldn’t relate to nobody. When they had their problems, who could they have talked to? Nobody would listen, so they gravitated together and form a gang. George Mackey, the former representative for the historic Fox Hill community in The Bahamas.
— Drexel DealJesse and Frank James were the most well-known military-trained gang members.
— Carter F. SmithIn her mind the U.S. Was nothing more and nothing less than a país overrun by gangsters, putas, and no-accounts. Its cities swarmed with machines and industry, as thick with sinvergüencería as Santo Domingo was with heat, a cuco shod in iron, exhaling fumes, with the glittering promise of coin deep in the cold lightless shaft of its eyes.
— Junot Díaz