- Fran Kubelik: I never catch colds.
- C.C. Baxter: Really? I was reading some figures from the Sickness and Accident Claims Division. You know that the average New Yorker between the ages of twenty and fifty has two and a half colds a year?
- Fran Kubelik: That makes me feel just terrible.
- C.C. Baxter: Why?
- Fran Kubelik: Well, to make the figures come out even, if I have no colds a year, some poor slob must have five colds a year.
- C.C. Baxter: Yeah... it's me.
For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes when I put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say ‘I’m going to sleep.’ And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles V.