Quote of the day

"There are mornings when it feels as if you rise up to the surface through a mud bath. With your feet stuck in a block of cement.  When you know that you've expired in the night and have nothing to be happy about except the fact that at least you've already died so they can't transplant your lifeless organs."

-from Smilla's Sense of Snow, Peter Hoeg

Not how I feel today, but a great line, particularly for the character, who was difficult to like until that.