“I often wished that I could split myself a hundred ways and live a hundred separate lives [...]. But in the end, I supposed, we only had one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.”
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
“We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.”
“I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored”
“If all roads lead to Rome where would I end up if I turned around?”
“In the end I was the clay and she was the sculptor, I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.”