Vlad was right about thing: this city is always trying to run you down. Perhaps fighting to the top is the only way to survive.
Strange, what we will do for family.
Apparently some people in this country think that number 13 is unlucky. My thirteenth day in Liberty City was lucky, for someone.
Living in Liberty City is not so different from living in the old country, because still it is hard to turn your back on crime.
I am beginning to realize that it is a jungle out here in Liberty City – only the fittest will survive.
People come to Liberty City looking for something special – soda, perhaps?
Being a stranger in Liberty City can leave you feeling a bit empty, but at least there are fingerless gloves to fight the cold. I also met some new people, but not everybody was pleased to see me.