“I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.”
“Is the future, is the past, all that matters to you? Don't you have just a little bit of room for the present?”
“With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.”
“Maybe there's a galaxy with a planet that's just a little more tilted, with a sun that shines just a little bit darker, and that's where I'm supposed to be, where it somehow makes sense to feel this broken.”
“It's easy to love men when you're sixteen. Every year after that, it gets just a little bit harder. Or maybe men just get a little bit duller.”
“when God is the captain of your ship, your future looks a whole lot brighter than your past!”