“I was thinking, while I was running..." He paused."About not hitting the trees, I hope.”
“I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.”
“I have to have time to think. Why does time run on while a man thinks?”
“I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
“Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.”
“And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.”