“Despair busies one, and my weekend was spoken for. I was going to lie down on the floor of my apartment in the draft of the air conditioner and spend two days and nights traveling a circuit of regret, self-pity, and jealousy.”

“I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.”

“For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.”

“I was lying there on the floor, feeling a cold draft tiptoe down the hall and into the living room, and all of a sudden I felt very, very lonely.”

“I wish I had five wives, one for each day of the workweek. This would leave me the weekends to enjoy time with my two mistresses.”

“Ah, snug lie those that slumber beneath conviction's roof.Their floors are sturdy lumber, their windows weatherproof.But I sleep cold forever, and cold sleep all my kind,For I was born to shiver in the draft from an open mind.Born nakedly to shiver in the draft of an open mind.”