"And in another year or so," Clark said, "he'll be in here again, here or someplace else, and I'll be talking to some other bastard, or maybe even you again, and we'll try to make another one and he'll go away again. Is there any end to this shit? Does anything ever change in this racket?" "Hey Foss," the prosecutor said, taking Clark by the arm, "of course it changes. Don't take it so hard. Some of us die, the rest of us get older, new guys come along, old guys disappear. It changes every day." "It's hard to notice, though," Clark said. "It is," the prosecutor said, "it certainly is."

— The Friends of Eddie Coyle by George V. Higgins (100%)