“You know, Sam, it’s beginning to piss me off how you figure me out. How the heck am I supposed to be intriguing and mysterious if you keep figuring me out?”
“I'm THAT complicated, mysterious, yet content with the "simple" things in life. Don't try to understand me; you won't figure me out. But you're free to like me the way I am.”
“finding what made you happy was only the beginning of the journey—figuring out how to keep it often proved to be the unreachable destination.”
“I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.”
“And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
“I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason," and I think I've figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.”