Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.

Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.

Rogerson," I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, "where would I find the pelagic zone?" "In the open sea," he said. "Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, all your own.