Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

by Gabrielle Zevin

had learned to tolerate the sometimes-painful present by living in the future.

all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.”

“What is a game?” Marx said. “It’s tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It’s the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”

“If their traumas are the most interesting things about them, how do they get over any of it?” Sam asked. “I don’t think they do. Or maybe they don’t have to, I don’t know.”