- Dzīve ir kā greipfrūts.
- Ē, kā tas ir?
- Nu, tā ir tāda oranžīgi dzeltena, ārpusē bedrītes, vidū mitra. Iekšā tai ir arī sēkļiņas. Ā, un daži cilvēki brokastīs dabū pusīti.

Kas viņš ir, cilvēks vai pele? vai viņu neinteresē nekas vairāk par tēju un nopietniem dzīves jautājumiem? Vai viņam nav gara? Vai viņam nav kaisles? Īsāk sakot, vai viņš nedrāžas ?

How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.

Flight Attendant: Would you like the cancer?
Ryan Bingham: What?
Flight Attendant: Would you like the can, sir?

Natalie Keener: You guys don't grow up. It's like you need to pee on everything.

Ryan Bingham: I thought I was a part of your life.
Alex Goran: I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis.
Ryan Bingham: I'm a parenthesis?

The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip passing over.

Fucking laba filma. Varētu skatīties un skatīties. Klūnijs kā vienmēr da best ;) Savējais - we share the same b-day. Bet ja vēl mazliet par filmu, tad galvenais tēls bija izstrādāts ideāli ar visu savu shitty philosophy, I absolutely fell in love with his lifestyle and the way he thinks. Es neiebilstu pret tādu dzīvi - vienistabas dzīvoklis, kurā tu uzturies labi ja 72h gadā, tava patiesā dzīves vieta ir the airport, un tu vienmēr esi on the move. Un vienīgais mērķis, pēc kā tiecies, un, kas tevi darītu happy, ir tie fucking ten million miles and you get to meet the chief pilot, Maynard Finch. mhe. That's it. Nevis family, nevis marriage, nevis children. Only fucking ten million miles and ten fucking minutes conversation with co-pilot.