The Passenger (The Passenger #1)

by Cormac McCarthy

You want to know when was the last time I saw anybody. I could ask you when was the last time you didnt see anybody. When was the last time you just sat by yourself. Watched it get dark. Watched it get light. Thought about your life. Where you’d been and where you were goin. Was there a reason for any of it.

We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as once we were and yet we mourn the days.