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

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

Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

He only wished to fight and cultivate an anger toward me, thus alleviating his guilt, but I would not abet him in this.

Why were you feeling low? Why does anyone? It creeps up on you from time to time.

Luck was something you either earned or invented through strength of character. You had to come by it honestly; you could not trick or bluff your way into it.