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.

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.

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

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

He is not bad, I don't think. Perhaps he is simply too lazy to be good.