The Force

by Don Winslow

Our ends know our beginnings but the reverse isn’t true.

but that’s the thing about the life you walk—you start out pointed true north, but you vary one degree off, it doesn’t matter for maybe one year, five years, but as the years stack up you’re just walking farther and farther away from where you started out to go, you don’t even know you’re lost until you’re so far from your original destination you can’t even see it anymore.

“In the words of Oscar Wilde, ‘I can resist everything but temptation.’”

Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes, You don’t know what love is . . .

But Malone ain’t gonna be one of those jerk-off dads who screams at his kid from the stands. The fuck difference does it make? No one here is going to the Yankees.