"One time she saw a quote written in blue and yellow chalk on a blackboard outside a clothing shop in the West Village: Remember that person you wanted to be? There's still time. She wanted to believe that; she wanted to believe it almost desperately. She wanted to be different from what she was - to be anything but what she was. But every day that grew less and less likely. Life, it seemed to her in the back of the cab, was nothing but a narrowing of opportunities."
From The Flight Attendant by Chris Bohjalian
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