Think Twice (Myron Bolitar, #12)

by Harlan Coben

“It’s the journey, not the destination.” You remember the speaker at your college graduation said that. It’s an old saw of a line, a cliché, but it stuck with you. And it’s not completely true, not by a long shot, but it is a good reminder on those long, lonely nights that joy can and must be found in both the waiting and the tedious. Because

read a line once: ‘You are always seventeen waiting for your life to begin.’ It’s true, don’t you think?”

By the time they raised enough capital to get a business loan, Jackie was thirty-three, Ed was sixty-two—but a dream delayed is not a dream denied.

We are our mistakes. Sometimes they are the best part of us.

Your life is one thing before you have a child. It is forever something else after. Nothing is the same.

That’s the world whatever higher being you believe in created—a world of kill or die. No one gets a pass on that, including you smug vegans, who plow fields and in doing so sacrifice living creatures so that you too may survive.

Hey now