“I don't have that many days left," he said as we sat together in the library. "Why would I want to spend them on matters of drainage and overdue accounts? I must husband my hours and spend every one of them wisely. I regret that I didn't come to this realization until I reached fifty years of age. Calpurnia, you would do well to adopt such an attitude at an earlier age. Spend each of your allotted hours with care.”

“...I would want to spend it with you. Even if we had thousands of nights, I would want to spend every single one of them with you.”

“I really look forward to that insane hour that we spend together. I really do.”

“I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.”

“I want you to spend the night,” you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, “Let’s have sex,” or “Let’s go to my place,” or even “I really want you,” I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you.”

“I spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody’s beck and call. When I’m off, I want what I want, the way I want it.”