“Life was long, unless you died, and he didn’t intend to spend the next sixty years talking about the last twenty-two.”

“For the first time in twenty-two years after the jaw tilt, Feb didn’t take her eyes off him. And for the first time in twenty-two years, he gave her a smile.”

“What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, a superfluous, labor of verification.”

“He who spends too long regretting his ruined crop will be neglect to plant next year's harvest.”

“If at the one moment in your life when the chance of something transcendental is offered to you, if you have this chance to move beyond the surface of things, to understand - and you say, No, maybe not... What then? How do you explain the rest of your life to yourself? How do you pass the time until you die? Do you substitute for that an interest in what - eating? Do you spend the next sixty years trying to be fascinated by the act of breathing?”

“I don't want you to wake up at sixty-five and realize, 'I spend forty of my best years doing something that just funded my life.”