“Not even seven thousands years of joy can justify seven days of repression.”
“My penis is seven. Not years old or even inches. No, my genitalia is the prime number seven. Isn’t that odd?”
“Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago.”
“Two thousand and seven was the year we officially entered our late twenties - the starting line of the death march to menopause.”
“Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.”
“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”