“For me? Oh, God. My idea of the perfect life would be if we just stayed in bed all the time. We could make love more or less continuously, and only get up to bring supplies, you know, fresh water and fruit to scurvy, and make occasional trips to the bathroom to shave before diving back to bed. And once in a while we could change the sheets. And go to the movies to prevent bedsores. And running. I would still have to run every morning.”
