“I found your nose... It was in my business again.. ( :”

“I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?”

“Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" I snapped. "If I want to take my sister to my place of business, that's my own damned business and not any of your business." Was I overusing the word business? Fuck it. "So mind your own business.”

“A friendship founded on business is better than a business founded on friendship”

“I have found my voice again and the art of using it...”

“...by and by a change came: I started to muse about the shape of my nose. I put my trivial surroundings aside and mused more and more about myself, and I found this to be a bewitching occupation. I stopped asking and longed instead to speak of my thoughts and feelings. Alas, there was no one besides myself who found me interesting.”