there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.