“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”

“Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.”

“Last February had 29 days. It wasn’t a leap year, but me and 28 of my clones each remember that month as if it were a day.”

“This just isn't my day. Or my week. Or maybe my life. No, sadly, this is my life. Lily pg. 102”

“God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!''But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look at the world and look at my TROUSERS!”

“I said to myself: what if I woke up, and every single day I did everything within my ability during that day to change my life. What could happen in just a month? A year?”