“Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.”

“There's no good reason to change a Neil Simon line. The day that I'm funnier than Neil Simon, Hell will be a very chilly place.”

“She watched, smiling to herself, as he bleeped open the door of his car, got in and, without pausing, zoomed off down the street. Simon was always in a hurry. Always rushing off to do; to achieve. Like a puppy, he had to be out every day, either doing something constructive or determinedly enjoying himself.”

“Do something every day that is loving toward your body and gives you the opportunity to enjoy the sensations of your body.”

“Do you miss her?''Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.”

“Simon. “So, the gig’s at nine, right? What do we do with the rest of the day?”“We?” Simon looked at him in disbelief. “Are you ever going home?”“What, bored with my company already?”“Let me ask you something,” Simon said. “Do you find me fascinating to be around?”“What was that?” Jace said. “Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”