“I wish they'd had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would've been straightened out.”

“Consider cotton prices," Malcolm said. "There are good records of cotton prices going back more than a hundred years. When you study fluctuations in cotton prices, you find that the graph of price fluctuations in the course of a day looks basically like the graph for a week, which looks basically like the graph for a year, or for ten years. And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there... And at the end of your life, your whole existence has that same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.”

“... Ennis was back on his feet and somehow, as a coat hanger is straightened to open a locked car and then bent again to its original shape, they torqued things almost to where they had been, for what they'd said was no news. Nothing ended, nothing began, nothing resolved.”

“Today was a day for remembering only the good. And there had been a lot of good.”

“If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.”

“You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”