“«I don’t know», Byron said. «I reckon that’s just my life». «And I reckon this is just my life, too» the other said. «But I know why it is», Byron thinks. «It is because a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he’s already got. He’ll cling to trouble he’s used to before he’ll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. But it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones, that lay quiet in one place and don’t try to hold him, that he can’t escape from».”
Book:Light in August
