“This is my new mop. See? My friend George gave it to me. It’s a good mop. Of course, it’s not as good as my old mop, but… sometimes you just gotta take what life gives you. Cause, you know, life is like a mop. Yeah. See… when your life is full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs, you just gotta rinse it off and ring it out and start all over again.
“And sometimes, life sticks to the floor so bad, a mop just isn’t enough… you’ve gotta get on your hands and knees and use a toothbrush! And if that doesn’t work, you gotta get up – you gotta get right up and go over to the window and shout- ‘This floor is dirty as hell, and I’m not gonna take it anymore!'”
“There was only a fraction of an inch separating intercourse from laughter, and he was terrified of overstepping it; there was only a fraction of an inch separating him from the border, and across the border things no longer had any meaning”