“Even you are not rich enough, Sir Robert, to buy back your past. No man is”
“No man is rich enough to buy back his past.”
“Don't marry a rich man. Marry a good man. He will spend his life trying to keep you happy. No rich man can buy that!”
“Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?”
“...in respect of riches, no citizen shall ever be wealthy enough to buy another, and none poor enough to be forced to sell himself.”
“But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.”