The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre Quotes

“The world is chock-full of good men and bad men. You know what the difference between them is?” Sybil shakes her head. “Enlighten me.” “Nothing,” Rose says”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre

“A brilliant meadow, the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Colors I’ve never seen! I run, run, run toward the light. I’m so strong! So fast! I hear something behind me and turn.… My boy! Jack races up to me, grinning and panting and young, his chocolate coat shining as if he were formed from sunlight, from stars. I kneel and he barrels into me and I fall over onto my back, laughing as he whimpers with pure joy—licks at my face, my arms, my hands. “Jack! Good boy!” I say, laughing. I hug him and kiss his head. Finally, he lets me stand, and together we continue walking through the meadow, toward the light. He runs ahead, runs back. Barks and spins. My Jack.”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre

“At the time, he’d thought to himself, quite philosophically, that getting older was nothing but a series of slow deaths of the people we once were, and how, with each death of our past selves, those held memories of past lives also died. Not forgotten, perhaps, but withered and lifeless. Colorless. Muted by time, made insignificant by the damning present and a relentless, bullying future.”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre

“At the time, he’d thought to himself, quite philosophically, that getting older was nothing but a series of slow deaths of the people we once were, and how, with each death of our past selves, those held memories of past lives also died.”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre

“At the time, he'd thought to himself, quite philosophically, that getting older was nothing but a series of slow deaths of the people we once were, and how, with each death of our past selves, those held memories of past lives also died. Not forgotten, perhaps, but withered and lifeless. Colorless. Muted by time, made insignificant by the damning present and a relentless, bullying future.”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre

“I have so much I want to live for. I want to see sunsets and watch the seasons change. I want to have fun and enjoy my life. I want to read, and travel... and I want to live. But part of living means not living in fear, Miller. Part of living means doing what's difficult, what's frightening, what's right, eben if it puts you in the path of danger. I want to live, damn it, not be shoved onto some dusty shelf or locked inside a closet for my own safety.”
― Philip Fracassi, The Autumn Springs Retirement Home Massacre