You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count.
But yesterday is all that does count.
What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of.
Nothin else.
You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all.
Start over.
And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?

Cormac McCarthy