„In this world, after all, I've become more or less invisible…I've become what the young are afraid of becoming, just another member of the nameless elderly, an old and broken man with nothing left to offer to this world.
My days are inconsequential, comprising simple moments and even simpler pleasures. I eat and sleep and think of Ruth; I wander the house and stare the the paintings, and in the mornings, I feed the pigeons that gather in my backyard.“
— Nicholas Sparks American writer and novelist 1965
Ira Levinson, Chapter 17, p. 234
2009, The Longest Ride (2013)