“As I thoughtabout that, I hadto wonder: What will weknow better about tomorrow?Who cares? Hindsight is useless.”

“You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss.”

“These were the things that built the world. Not to know or care about them was a betrayal of fundamental principles, a betrayal of gender, of species. What could be more useless than a man who couldn't fix a dripping faucet—fundamentally useless, dead to history, to the messages in his genes? I wasn't sure I disagreed.”

“...but hindsight and I have had lots of conversations about what happened..., most of which ends with me saying to hindsight, "Thanks for all the information, but you're a little late.”

“The greatest thing about tomorrow is, I will be better than I am today. And that's how I look at my life. I will be a better golfer, I will be a better person, I will be a better father, I will be a better husband, I will be a better friend. That's the beauty of tomorrow.”

“We don’t care about what you did yesterday—we care about what you’re going to do tomorrow.”