“‘Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?’ Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. ‘This long.’ He snapped his fingers. ‘A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you’re an old man.’ ‘Old?’ asked Clevinger with surprise. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Old.’ ‘I’m not old.’ ‘You’re inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?’ Dunbar was almost angry when he finished. ‘Well, maybe it is true,’ Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. ‘Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it’s to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?’ ‘I do,’ Dunbar told him. ‘Why?’ Clevinger asked. ‘What else is there?’”

“Is this the life that we lead? The life that’s left for you? Will you take the road that’s been laid out before you? Will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?”

“I’m getting wise and I’m feeling so Bohemian like you. It’s you that I want so please, just a casual, casual easy thing. Is it? It is for me. And I like you, Yeah I like you…”

“Now there’s a whole lot of faking And takin’ And shakin’ my hand And when they tell you they love ya They love ya like a one night stand Mm-hmm So if you’re playin’ in a rock and roll band But still you’re doing whatever the man says Well I can tell you for the money The simple life honey is good That’s right Yes it’s good”