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She had learned from her last relationship that just when you thought everything was perfect, life could turn round and bite you.

He wondered, sometimes, if he would make old bones. And what it would be like. To be retired, hobbling along, confused by the past, bewildered by the present and with the future mostly irrelevant. Or being pushed along in a wheelchair, with a blanket over his knees, another one over his mind.

All men lie. That's how they operate. If you want a longterm relationship with a man, you've got to understand it's going to be with a liar. It's in their nature - it's genetic, it's a bloody Darwinian acquired characteristic for survival, OK? They tell you what they want you to hear.

Perspective. Everything was about perspective. One man's darkness was another man's daylight. How come so many people did not realize that?

There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time has come.

Life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backwards.

'You know the best character trait to become a successful businessman?'
'Whatever it is, I wasn't born with it.'
'It's being a sosiopath. Having no conscience, as ordinary people know it.'

Time, he had come to realize, was one of the things you have plenty of in life when you have little else. He was time-rich. Near on a time billionaire.