Shutter Island

by Dennis Lehane

She said once that time is nothing to me but a series of bookmarks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me, in the eyes of my more astute colleagues, as bearing all the characteristics of the classic melancholic.

“It’s a pity,” Chuck said. “What’s that?” “The price of progress.”

“It’s good to have dreams,” Chuck said. “Don’t you think?”

My experience? You can’t break a whole society that doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.

“But you could. Don’t you see? You have that power. And I don’t. And that makes me vulnerable. Being vulnerable makes me scared.”

“It’s an island, boss. They’ll always find us.”

’Insane men deny that they are insane.’