“Many wish for immortality who don't know how to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon. ”
“Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?”
“There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.”
“The person who deserves most pity is a lonesome one on a rainy day who doesn't know how to read.”
“How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.”
“Immortality is for the gods. Frankly, I don't know how they stand it.”