He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it, Larry.

“What chance?’ she had asked, bewildered.‘Your chance. Your chance to live your …”

“There are all sorts of dream interpretations, Freud's being the most notorious,…”

“Each life makes its own imitation of immortality.”

“Don't ask me silly questionsI won't play silly gamesI'm just a simple choo choo…”