“In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells.”
“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...”
“But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.”
“[As a young man ] I came to the conclusion that the church was just a bunch of fascists that supported Franco. I stopped going on Sunday mornings and watched the birds with my father instead.”
“Those nights when the future seemed to last only till the morning and he would count off the hours, one by one, by the chimes of distant church bells.”
“I'm easy like Sunday morning.”