“Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.”

“For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don't really care what it takes to produce that.”

“I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet.Did you take it?"Would I be calling you if I had?"Maybe," I said. He laughed.True, but I'm not going to take it."Why not?"Friendship."Try again," I said.I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you."Comforting...”

“Perhaps I was mad, as I thought at moments; perhaps I was not like other men? But I was able to do the same things the others did; with a little effort and industry I could read Plato, was able to solve problems in trigonometry or follow a chemical analysis. These was only one thing I could not do: wrest the dark secret goal from myself and keep it before me as others did who knew exactly what they wanted to be- professors, lawyers, doctors, artists, however long this would take them and whatever difficulties and advantages this decision would bear in its wake. This I could not do. Perhaps I would become something similar but how was I to know? Perhaps I would have to continue my search for years on end and would not become anything, and would not reach a goal. Perhaps I would reach this goal but it would turn out to be an evil, dangerous, horrible one?”

“The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass.”

“When one is grown up, money is lying about at one's service. It is only when one is young that it is rare. Take no thought for money - that always lies to hand.(Women in Love)”