“Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.”

“I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!" He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand." I wasn't cold anymore.”

“Is the only reason you get out of bed because you can’t sleep anymore? I’m like that sometimes.”

“--I wouldn't throw that cat out of bed.--When did you get a cat?”

“I wasn't going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I'd feel ashamed, which meant I'd get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn't get out of bed, which led to the ultimate thing—homelessness. If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away.”

“To me, there's nothing on earth other than women. It's why I get out of bed every morning.”