“That's what hope was. Clinging to something you weren't sure would ever be yours. But you had to hold on anyway, because without it, what was the point?”

“what is hope?to want? to desire?to expect that what's envisionedmay indeed happen?YES to all of the above.is hope that gut feeling that it'sworth holding outand hanging on for just a little longer?ABSOLUTELY.is hope the core of the human condition?CERTAINLY.can you have hope withoutfaith and humility and wonder?THAT'S TOUGH.just the thought that there's something bigger,something truer, something totally surprisingout there waiting for us is...priceless.what would you be without hopegrowing deep in your bones,thriving in every inch of you?NOTHING.”

“If you knew there was somebody out there afoot that had two million dollars of your money, at what point would you quit lookin for em?That's right. There aint no such a point.”

“The annoying thing about reading is that you can never get the job done. The other day I was in a bookstore flicking through a book called something like 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die (and, without naming names, you should be aware that the task set by the title is by definition impossible, because at least four hundred of the books suggested would kill you anyway), but reading begets reading--that's sort of the point of it, surely?--and anybody who never deviates from a set list of books is intellectually dead anyway.”

“You're so young... Are you sure that's what you want your life to be, forever and ever? That job? That career? That girlfriend?”

“Adrian had a Guinness because I guess he felt like drinking a loaf of bread or something. That's what it smelled like, anyway.”