Who Stole My Life? Quotes

“You see son, a man, a true man, deals with whatever life throws at him at any point in time. A man cannot control his life, he cannot plan it, only a fool really thinks he can. No, the true mark of a man, is someone who accepts that life always changes, and that the most he can do, is to accept the changes that life thrusts upon him and endeavor to learn to live with them, in the best way he can. To accept the life he has, whatever life that may be.”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?

“Son, only you know what is real. Only you. What is real to me, is not the same as what is real to others. What we perceive as reality is forged by the experiences we have had. The experiences that make you who you are, are different to the ones that have made me who I am.”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?

“We do not live. We exist. We are visitors in our own lives.”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?

“Thanks nothing. You're going to give me the best orgasm tonight that I've ever had,”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?

“James,…" she starts to speak. Then the light in her pupils changes, as if a decision has been made. She swallows hard, wipes away the rest of her tears, and pulls herself up straight. "Your parents? Okay... Okay, fine. As long as you are okay. As long as everything is alright." She pauses. "Come on, let's get breakfast." She turns and walks away. Is that it? What about the interrogation? What about the endless questions and the anger? Where is the angry confrontation?”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?

“Just then, an ever so polite but rather surprised voice booms across the loudspeaker, proudly announcing the 'punctual' arrival of a train. Seconds later, the train rolls into the station, and the mad rush begins. The doors open, and for a few moments there is the usual mock attempt at politeness, but then, as if in response to some invisible signal, suddenly everyone scrambles forward, and it's every man for himself and survival of the fittest. A hundred people mentally chanting the mantra of the daily commuter: 'Oh please, God, please let me get a seat today.”
― Ian C.P. Irvine, Who Stole My Life?