“So am I going to get a zipper in my chest?”
“My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.”
“I have a whisper like a zipper. Your secret is safe in my pants.”
“I want peace; yes, I'd sell the whole world for a farthing, straight off, so long as I was left in peace. Is the world to go to pot, or am I to go without my tea? I say that the world may go to pot for me so long as I always get my tea. Did you know that, or not? Well, anyway, I know that I am a blackguard, a scoundrel, an egoist, a sluggard.”
“The zipper on my crotch is an air vent. I need some way to cool down my hot coffee.”
“If I pee my pants I am going to be so pissed.”