“The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.”
“Don't get in a blue car on a Thursday.''Which Thursday?''Any Thursday.''What kind of car?''A blue one. On a Thursday.''Okay.”
“Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.”
“to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.”
“And whether it is Thursday, or the day is stormy,With thunder and rain, or the birds attack each other,We have rolled into another dream.”
“The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.”