“Let’s order too much of something just to see where our limits are. Let’s take a chance precisely because it might fail. Let’s take the hard way out. Let’s go to the moon. Fuck it; let’s go to the moon again. Let’s quit our jobs. Let’s work at being better at what we do by fucking up faster, not less. Let’s fuck up really fast. Let’s wrestle sharks, fight monsters, and disagree with the board. Let’s borrow so much money it becomes someone else’s problem. Let’s start a 10-hour drive by announcing “I’m not into you anymore.” Let’s dump everything out of the garage onto the sidewalk and build something really cool in that space. Let’s start out to build a better mousetrap, and halfway there let’s decide to jump on the mice’s team.”

“Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.”

“Let’s go, let’s go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.”

“If we have data, let’s look at data. If all we have are opinions, let’s go with mine.”

“Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.”

“Let’s get out of here.” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

“If it winds up earlier, you should have a movie picked out. This is assuming she isn’t sending you the ‘let’s go back to my place’ signals. In that case—”“Don’t go there, Bob. Let’s just not go there.”