“The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.”
“The more hopeless you were, the farther away they hid you.”
“History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.”
“So help me God it gets more and more preposterous, it corresponds less and less to what I remember and what I expect as if the force of live were centrifugal and threw one further and further away from one's purest memories and ambitions...”
“Could you have parked any further away?”
“The past is no further away than the last breath you took.”