“You two don’t know yet,” he said. “When you get old, you think more about the past than about what you did… — Jeffrey Ford

I knew we were going somewhere I didn’t have any interest in going, because I was wearing a tie and jacket.

Time became a sermon, preaching itself.

Dreams are dreams and the future is like a hall of mirrors reflecting the past and offering up wavering illusions until everything shatters and you were cut to ribbons by shards of reality.