I had a lot on my mind trying to put together some kind of plan for my wayward self. The future seemed made of matchsticks, fragile as a house of cards. Where would I go now? Who would I be? Would I be me or somebody else?
Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 86
I wasn’t sure what was going on or what time it was or where I was or even, for that matter, who I was … but my gut told me something was terribly wrong. I opened my eyes slowly, as sensitive to light as a roll of film: just expose me and I’d vanish.
Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 57
Those who have chosen the path of least resistance in life, who cannot bear to bring themselves to make a stern value-judgment in criticism of their own most intimate feelings, achieve what they deserve: not self-understanding but radical self-superficialization, not a discovered but a self-ascribed identity that explains nothing, reveals nothing, means nothing, and ultimately accomplishes nothing culturally or intellectually.
We shook hands. Norm’s hand felt like salted mackerel. Our brief interaction had put him in a talkative mood. “There’s no business like shoe business,” he uttered with a death rattle laugh, heh heh, peering at me sideways like a depraved cherub as he droned on and on about the good old days in the shoe business, the bonus money and the belles whose stockinged ankles he fondled when he could still get a boner … but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about Luke Soloman, Luke Soloman, Luke Soloman. Who was this character?
Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 38