“Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.”

“...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.”

“the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world”

“Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.”

“Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.”

“Each day has a color, a smell.”

“Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.”