I’ve traveled my whole life—as an American boy spending summers with family in Greece; as a young man living in Paris for seven years; and
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper.
The new is always hiding in the old.
He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention.