I swear, every person I know gets far more satisfaction from doing good deeds than receiving them. Maybe that’s the whole point in the end, all of us putting up with good deeds, tolerating them as best we can, counting the minutes until we have the opportunity to reciprocate.

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?

And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks?

You can’t think about how much you have left to do because that’s just one thought, one sad thought, that’ll make you bummed out all day long. Instead you’ve got to think about how much you’ve already done.

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

That which is priceless has no cost.