The Passenger Quotes

“I was born on a Tuesday in the August of 1933. On the Wednesday, my mother died. My father died too on a Wednesday, twelve years later. In lieu of them, I became aimless and senseless, and lived out my years with a twin chasm of absence and vague loss. I carried that loss to all places and into all relations. Perhaps this is the key to understanding a man such as myself; self-raised and educated by error. And now, in my expiring embers - as I dwindle and flicker, and the cancer spreads - I seem to know myself truly at last.”
― S.D. Wickett, The Passenger