Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

Hurried business is bad business.

Do you know how much a hundred dollars is?' he asked. I said that I did not and he answered, 'It is a hundred dollars.

...things I had come to find humor in would make your honest man swoon.

Come with me into the world and reclaim your independence. You stand to gain so much, and riches are the least of it.

I will admit he is unusual, but that is perhaps the closest I could come to complimenting him.