“...No small amount of schadenfreude. Do you know what that means?""Dad, it's the lifeline of gossip. Of course I know what it means.”

“Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?”

“Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.”

“Money is just a piece of paper. Money burns. You know what I mean? Money is nothing substantial to me. You know what I mean? It's the enemy of music.”

“Thanks," he said. "De nada," said Julius. "What does that mean?" said Charlie. "It's nothing, in Spanish." said Julius. "I mean, it means nothing, the word nothing, not that it doesn't mean anything, though of course it doesn't mean anything, it means something: it means nothing. Nothing is what it means. Not that it doesn't mean anything." "No, it means nothing, I know what you mean." said Charlie with a straight face. They started to giggle.”

“There's a girl, Dad."He smiled a bit. "A girl.""She kinda hates me, and I kinda...""Love her?""I don't know. I don't think so. I mean...how do you know?"His smile grew wider. "When you're talking about her with your old dad because you don't know what else to do.”