When a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. … The soul of man wanders through the uttermost regions of the universe, and she seeks to imprison it in the circle of her account-book.

A croque-monsieur will set you back €6, a steak €12.50, and a demi of Stella €3.

You've got charm and energy and sass and moxy and you drive a fast car and you're smart and sexy.

Every day, all day and all night sometimes, the town jammed jazz with bits of loose tin slapping around on top of the mud-stained fibro walls […].