“[T[his isn’t just “another day, another dollar.” It’s more like “another day, another miracle.” (213)”
“Another day, another dolor.”
“Another day, another pair of underpants.”
“You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.”
“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”