“He plough on Sunday, Sir.Plough on Sunday?!”
“I never land on Sundays. Sundays are boring.”
“But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.”
“Why d'you say "Mayday"? It's just a bank holiday. Why not "Shrove Tuesday" or "Ascension Sunday"? He turned back to the communicator. 'Ascension Sunday... Ascension Sunday.' He thought for a while and then tried: 'The fourteenth Wednesday after Pentecost... The fourteenth Wednesday after Pentecost...”
“... God is not a Sunday plumber - he's always available...”
“How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.”