The devil lives in a double-shot", Roman explains himself obscurely. "I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.

Our myths are so many, our vision so dim, our self-deception so deep and our smugness so gross that scarcely any way now remains of reporting the American Century except from behind the billboards.

(Chicago is) the only major city in the country where you can easily buy your way out of a murder rap.

There's people in hell who want ice water.

And never, ever, no matter what else you do in your whole life, never sleep with anyone whose troubles are worse than your own.

He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls.

And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.