“You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it's a lifetime in itself.”

“… like us? Counting up the minutes -- have we spent half an hour together?”

“Count yourself lucky,” the potter went on, “that you have understood this now and not spent your years in vain hope. This much have you learned, and no learning is wasted.”

“Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.”

“Do not count the days, do not count the miles. Count only the Germans you have killed. Kill the German - this is your old mother's prayer. Kill the German - this is what your children beseech you to do. Kill the German - this is the cry of your Russian earth. Do not waver. Do not let up. Kill.”

“That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.”

“Hillary will make us stronger together. You know it because she’s spent a lifetime doing it.”

“I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.”

“You could spend a lifetime reading in here.”

“If you can count your money, you don’t have a billion dollars.”