Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.

...but I could not sleep without proper covering and spent the rest of the night rewriting lost arguments from my past, altering history so that I emerged victorious.

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.

You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

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

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.