When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?
Douglas CouplandFlorida isn't so much a place where one goes to reinvent oneself, as it is a place where one goes if one no longer wished to be found.
Douglas Coupland