“We covered this around Year Three, Bill: that you're the Master of Space and Time and I'm a spastic Pomeranian.”

“The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.”

“My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.”

“I don't know what it says about me that I have a greater affinity with the damaged. Probably nothing good.”

“You're dying right now. Right this minute.' He looked at his watch, said, 'Right this second,' then tapped it with his finger. 'See there? That second passed. It's gone. Not gonna come again. And while I'm talking to you, every second I'm talking, a second is passing. Gone. Count them up. Count them down. They're gone. Each one bringing you closer to your dying time.”

“On not crowding another person in a relationship: "Next time you're at a cemetary, look around at all the headstones. They're side by side. Even married couples. Nobody wants a plot on top of another person's plot. Why? ... Even when they're dead, people still love their own space.”

“She always set three alarms for fear that the first employees to arrive would discover her sleeping - a Goldilocks without her bears”