“It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.”

“I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me”

“Feel that life likes you just the way you are; otherwise, it would have made you differently.”

“What are you doing?" He asks looking intimidating.I shrug, "I want pancakes.""I'll make you pancakes."I laugh and turn around to walk backwards, "I don’t want your pancakes. I want normal pancakes. Not head game pancakes. Not maybe I'll make you happy or maybe I'll scare the shit out of you pancakes. You know?”

“If love melted like a statue made of butter, would you consider me a pancake or a waffle?”

“Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes?Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. ”