““You remember: countless drives by night, two hours north or south from home to your grandparents’ house and back again, you in the back seat with your head on a pillow staring out the window at the stars, so lost in your imagination, so lost in some powerful adventure of your devising, so caught up in the lives of men and women filling your head with their flesh and blood that you might as well have slipped from this world into another. Inside your head: that was reality. Those were the real people. Those were the real people you wanted to become: sometimes the more dangerous, the better.””
