A suffering human being was standing right there, and she did not exist to them, because she was not profitable.

I have come to believe you can learn more about a person’s soul from that one reflexive choice than from a lifetime of their words.

Anyone can say they love you.

Anyone can perform kindness when it is watched and rewarded.

But put money in the room next to someone’s pain, and watch where their eyes go first, and you will see, in an instant, exactly what they are made of.

My mother and sister showed me, in that kitchen, that they were made entirely of appetite, and that there was no floor beneath it, no line they would not cross, no suffering they would not step over to reach the next dollar.