βIt might be my imagination, but it seems like most people in the building tend to steer clear of me. Iβm the one who gets the weird phone calls, the strange visitors, and disturbing mail.β
βMy last great love affair didnβt work outβmany donβt, but maybe the next one might, and if not, maybe the one after that. There may not be someone for everyone; there may not be a God in heaven, or peace on earth either. But that doesnβt mean you just sit around at home, doing nothing.β