"'Money,' she said, and looked out the window. The rain was spread hard all over like an ocean of cheap wine, wet and seasonal, and this was like love too. We love someone in particular, but without money it's all the same to us; we're in despair. Without money we can stand next to someone else's girlfriend instead, for all the love it brings. This wasn't enough for the likes of Helena, and every word of the love she was losing was sadder as she said it. Every word got sadder, every letter nothing in her purse. 'Money,' she said again. 'Money money money money money money money money.'"

- Daniel Handler, Adverbs, p. 40-41