Whenever I feel like I just want to start life over and do it right this time; whenever something dredges up a memory of some terrible thing I did that I’ve been trying my best to forget; whenever I become content just to sit back and let life take me where it will; that’s when I dig out my tattered and worn copy of Replay and give it a read.

Hopefully my mistakes have made me a better person. When I wish I could undo them, am I not wishing myself less wise?

There’s nothing like a good book and a healthy dose of self-justification to stave off an impending shortage of self-esteem.