" Of how it could have been. And reflecting on the fact that he had stopped thinking about how it could be. Perhaps this was what it was like getting old. He had lifted the cards he had been dealt, he had seen them. You didn’t get new ones. So all that was left was to play the ones you had as well as you could. And dream about the cards you might have been given. "

― Jo Nesbø , Police (Harry Hole, #10)