“Remember what it was like on Christmas when you woke up before your parents, and had to sit there until they were ready, knowing that just a few rooms away there was something awesome waiting for you? For the next thirty minutes, I felt that way, while I waited for them to call me back up to the set.”

“The world is like a waiting room in a railway station; it is not your house.You are not going to remain in the waiting room forever.Nothing in the waiting room belongs to you – the furniture, the paintings on the wall .... You use them – you see the painting, you sit on the chair, you rest on the bed – but nothing belongs to you.You are just here for a few ...minutes, or for a few hours at the most, then you will be gone.Yes, what you have brought in with you, into the waiting room, you will take away with you; that’s yours. What have you brought into the world? And the world certainly is a waiting room.The waiting may not be in seconds, minutes, hours, days, it may be in years; but what does it matter whether you wait seven hours, or seventy years?You may forget, in seventy years, that you are just in a waiting room.You may star t thinking perhaps you are the owner, perhaps this is the house you have built.You may start putting your nameplate on the waiting room.”

“I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.”

“Now I know that if you wait until you think you are ready, you'll wait your whole life”

“There is still so much I want to know, want to ask. But before I can say anything else, the world stops. There’s silence around me.I wait a beat, and when I finally sit up, I find Harlin waiting for me—ready to start again.”

“I've wanted to go out with you from the first moment I saw you. I just had to wait until you were ready.”