Hurried business is bad business.

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

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

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

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.

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

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?