You dont start over. That's what it's about. Ever step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?
    I think so.
    I know you dont but let me try it one more time. You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? You life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothing 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 laying there?

Cormac Mccarthy. No Country For Old Men.