“Ho! now you strike like the blind man;t'was the boy that stole your meat,and you'll beat the post.”
“Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.”
“What... Are you on strike from wearing deodorant now too? You smell like a boy's locker room after a wrestling match!”
“Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.”
“There are worse things than being robbed..." I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. "...worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.”
“You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!”