Brother Odd (Odd Thomas, #3)

by Dean Koontz

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing. We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

Your discretion and your loyalty are figured in the drift of stars.”

“I want to know.” “Know what?” I asked. “Everything,” he said, and the door slid shut between us.