“I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.”

“I wonder how it is with you, Harold? If I don't have a woman for three days, I get terrible headaches.”

“I wondered why I hadn't loved that day more, why I hadn't savored every bit of it… why I hadn't known how good it was to live so normally, so everyday. But you only know that, I suppose, after it's not normal and every day any longer.”

“Someone tried to tell me the other day that the only habitable place in America is California. But I just don’t understand how you could spend your life restricted to summer outfits.”

“How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only?
For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?”

“I keep vaguely wondering what Macs are like, but the ones I've seen spend too much time being friendly.”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”

“Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”

“"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia."
"Huh?" I asked.
"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."”

“I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity of living in the moment, and spend every dull, amazing second with me.”