“I knew I had a problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.”
“I knew what it was like to be poor, and that once you had become rich, anything was better than being poor again.”
“Are you demented, you stupid badger ? Is that your problem ? Or are you just an idiot ?""As to that, I... Did you just call me a badger ?""A bastard. I called you a bastard.”
“Why couldn't he just keep being an evil, soulless bastard so I knew what his role was and I knew mine?”
“I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.”
“But now my problems had been set loose. They could be anywhere at any time and I was just like everyone else I knew: almost positive that there was something profoundly and undiagnosably wrong with me.”