“Shaped by student life in England, my wife and I are aghast at this frenetic sociability before the new weeks begins, this almost philistine uncaringness for the idea of Monday morning.”

“There is an intimate relationship between my pictorial [2-dimensional] and my sculptural work. I would never begin on a sculpture without first gaining an idea of the colour... My mind is captivated by this task until I start to put down the colour on paper and imagine that this colour will become a drawing. And then, suddenly, the drawing begins to acquire shape, the shape, and this shape becomes the real shape.”

“And I stopped beating my wife just a couple of weeks ago…”

“My wife and I had an argument last week that was so stupid, it bears repeating. My wife collects twist ties. Welcome to my world.”

“On Monday mornings I am dedicated to the proposition that all men are created jerks.”

“That morning, when my wife eloped
With James, our chauffeur, how I moped!
What tragedies in life there are!
I'm dashed if I can start the car.”

“Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.”

“My, I get so depressed after a poor meal; that's why I can never stay in England for more than a week.”

“So I was beginning my new life as a anomaly, which figured about as much as it sucked.”

“The night had passed completely. The morning star shone in the sky. I too had become a different person. The student of Talmud, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me. My soul had been invaded - and devoured - by a black flame.”