“I dreamt I went to the doctor's and she gave me eight minutes to live-I'd been sitting in the fucking waiting room half an hour.”

“- I won't be able to think. I won't be able to work.- Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide.(Silence)- I dreamt that I went to the doctor's and she gave me eight minutes to live. I'd been sitting in the fucking waiting room for half an hour.(A long silence)- Okay, let's do it, let's do the drugs, let's do the chemical lobotomy, let's shut down the higher functions of my brain and perhaps I'll be a bit more fucking capable of living.Let's do it.”

“Mary Kay would come home after being two hours late and sit in her car for a half hour and go through mail and papers, and I'd be just sitting there waiting to go home. After the kids were sleeping... I was just sitting there. She would irritate me.~Angie”

“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.”

“Stick them in the Blue Room. And no interruptions for the next couple of hours, please. My guest and I will be fucking. Two hours, Nora?”“At least,” she agreed.“Better make it three, Alfred.” Griffin shifted Nora higher on his shoulder and continued up the stairs.“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?” she asked.“Eight and a half inches long, if you’ll recall.”

“I'd like to shower and change clothes," she said. "Would you mind waiting for me a half hour?" The question seemed to amuse him. "Not at all," he said with exaggerated formality. "Please take all the time you need." Michael watched her walk away. Did he mind waiting a half hour for her? Not at all. He'd been waiting years for her.”