I was recently tasked with selecting one of my favorite sentences from my upcoming novel - Second Shot. Nothing sprung to mind since having the entire novel memorized is beyond my capabilities. So, I did a skim in search of candidates jumped out at me. Presumably I missed some gems, but I caught enough that pleased me to feel satisfied with the effort. My findings can be found below, accompanied by photographs found by skimming the gallery on my phone. No single sentence declared itself to be the one I liked best, but if there is one you admire above the rest, drop a comment. In the not too distant future, I hope that you will be holding a physical copy of Second Shot in your hands. When that happens, please be sure to read it deeply and thoroughly - slowly if possible, but perhaps you won't be able to resist tearing through the pages. There's nothing quite like a novel that compels you to race through it, yet every so often a line causes you to pause in appreciation.
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Everyone and everything we miss is proof that we have known love, that we haven’t wasted the entirety of our precious unknown quantity of time.
What I did instinctively realize was that when the woman he loves is overwhelmed with fear, a man cannot be secure in his masculinity until she feels safe again.
An unaccepted apology is like a half-built bridge.
The closer I got to forgetting that I was lying, the more it felt like I was being my new true self.
Silence is the non-confrontational alternative to acknowledgement of wrongdoing.
My second chance was miraculously operating on schedule, like a heart removed from one body and given to another, still resiliently beating.
Memories are not flashing before my eyes, but rather, floating past like a piece of driftwood on a mild current.
There are moments in life better to melt into than attempting to document and calculate and keep track of.
Some momentum can only be ended by violent collision, unavoidable destruction.
I did not know that I would be such a good liar until forced into the habit.
The idea of ordinary becomes intolerable once exceptional has been tasted.
Every day provides a new chance, perhaps to repeat mistakes, or to make different ones, or to take the opportunity to make amends.
If a lesson has been taught by this strange life of mine, I am unclear on its meaning.
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