“You’ve got no time at all, but it seems like you’ve got forever. You’ve got nothing to do, but it seems like you’ve got everything. You make coffee and smoke a few cigarettes: and the hands of the clock have gone crazy on you. They haven’t moved hardly, they’ve hardly budged out of the place you last saw them, but they’ve measured off a half? two-thirds? of your life. You’ve got forever, but that’s no time at all. You’ve got forever; and somehow you can’t do much with it. You’ve got forever; and it’s a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators. You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading em right. But you know your life doesnt depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore.” ― Jim Thompson, The Killer Inside Me
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 14:06:44 +0000
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