I took my senior quote from an old, 1975 novel I first read in 8th grade. I read the whole thing in one school day after checking it out of the library. Then took it home, and read it again. I could sit here and write all the reasons why I liked it and still do, and explain the characters, and the plot and the not so plot, and go into detail about the motorcycle boy, but I won’t.  

Truth is. The quote that I used as my senior quote -this one right here,

 ”Time is a funny thing. Time is a very peculiar item. You see, when you’re young, you’ve got time -nothing but time. Throw away a couple of years, a couple of years there, it doesn’t matter. You know the older you get you say, “Jesus, how much I got? I got thirty-five summers left.” Think about it. Thirty-five summers.”

wasn’t even the quote that made me read the book over again that same day.

Page 109-111 was. I don’t own the book. But I remember those pages. I remember marking those pages- folding the top of the page over, just so I could open the book and flip to them whenever I wanted for the two weeks I had the book in my possession. It wasn’t anything really outstanding, to be honest. It wasn’t great philosophical writing someone would put as their senior quote to sound cool and potentially sucessful. I don’t know what it was.

But I would read those pages again.