She turned away from me and softly, maybe to herself, said, “Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
[…]
“Sometimes I don’t get you,” I said.
She didn’t even glance at me. She just smiled towards the television and said, “You never get me. That’s the whole point.

— Looking for Alaska