“Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true. But, no job is perfect.”

“What’s the difference between an undead and my last boyfriend? One is a soul-sucking beast from hell and the other is an undead.”

“Book light,” Grandma grumbles as I hurry her away from Dad’s boss and his wife. “Who the hell wantsa book light?”“Lots of people,” I say. “They are very handy things to have.”

“To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: “Get it done, get it done.” So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.”

“Every job from the heart is, ultimately, of equal value. The nurse injects the syringe; the writer slides the pen; the farmer plows the dirt; the comedian draws the laughter. Monetary income is the perfect deceiver of a man's true worth.”

“Every dollar released from taxation, that is spent or invested, will create a new job and a new salary.”