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

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 […].

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

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.