“I had a dream about you. The Tuesdays were outside of my castle demanding that I hand you over to them. They weren’t seeking justice—they were out for vengeance. You were Wendy Wednesday, the last of The Wednesdays, and this feud went back a long time, practically to last Monday.”
“I’d like to tweeze all the Tuesdays of the year, and all the Mondays off my chest.”
“Today I’m in love. Today is Tuesday, though that’s not why I’m in love. I’m in love with Friday, and I actually fell in love yesterday.
“I made Tuesday Salad like Monday morning is Sunday night. Do you agree on the difference a day can make in the realm of love?
“It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. he considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: the dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher, and headmaster with his thin long cane…”
“Mitch Montgomery had been dead for nearly nine months.
Those well-meaning souls who’d offered advice after my fiancé’s murder had said that, in time, I would move on with my life. Right now, all I could fathom for my future was joining him.”
“It’s just been a long week, that’s all.”
“It’s monday night, Jess.”
“My point exactly.”
― Scott Westerfeld