• I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

    Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.453, Canongate Books