The Passenger (The Passenger #1)

by Cormac McCarthy

Life is strange. Tell me about it. But I’m goin to say it’s stranger for some than for others. Maybe it just says that you pay for what you do. I believe that to be a true statement. I surely do. Still I think some people might pay more than what they owe. You speakin for yourself, Bobby? I dont know. But I would like to know who keeps the books. Amen.

When smart people do dumb things it’s usually due to one of two things. The two things are greed and fear. They want something they’re not supposed to have or they’ve done something they werent supposed to do.

You might think that fingerprints and numbers give you a distinct identity. But soon there will be no identity so distinct as simply to have none. The truth is that everyone is under arrest. Or soon will be. They dont have to restrict your movements. They just have to know where you are.

Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.

They dont know. The womb is as black as it gets. I think when they close their eyes they might even imagine they’ve gone back. Or they hope. They need the respite. I’m sorry. I’m just thinking out loud.