This wasn’t “next time,” and there would be no more of that; there was only this time, this sole finite time… — Ken Grimwood

The only thing that mattered was that the quarter century or so he had remaining would be his life, to live out as he chose and in his own best interests. Nothing took precedence over that: not work, not friendships, not relationships with women. Those were all components of his life, and valuable ones, but they did not define it or control it. That was up to him, and him alone.

The possibilities, Jeff knew, were endless.

Those choice had to be made, Jeff thought He’d learned to accept the potential losses, in the hope that they would be outweighed by the gains. The only certain failure, he knew, and the most grievous, would be never to risk at all.

“Can’t you understand what an important task we’ve been entrusted with?”

“By whom, or what? God? This whole experience has made me agree even more with Camus: if there is a God, I despise Him.”