So Colin drove past the Hardee's and out onto the interstate headed north. As the staggered lines rushed past him, he thought about the space between what we remember and what happened, the space between what we predict and what will happen. And in that space, Colin thought, there was room enough to reinvent himself — room enough to make himself into something other than a prodigy, to remake his story better and different — room enough to be reborn again and again. A snake killer, an Archduke, a slayer of TOCs — a genius, even. There was room enough to be anyone — anyone except whom he'd already been, for if Colin had learned one thing from Gutshot, it's that you can't stop the future from coming. And for the first time in his life, he smiled thinking about the always-coming infinite future stretching out before him.
An Abundance of Katherines, P214-215
John Green
ISBN 978-0-14-241070-7
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