the last book I ever read (Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside Me, excerpt three)

from The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson:

I’d forgotten about it, and now I forgot it again. There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living. And somehow I did want to; I wanted to more than ever. If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.