“I don’t understandhow everything moves so quickly.They say time flies when you’re having fun,but I wasn’t always having fun.Even when I was mad or sad,time was always on the run.”

“It still is on the run,time that is.”

“Time passes too fast.Like a hummingbird flying by,it’s just a blur to my eyes.”

“It still is on the run,time that is.Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing;my whole world is rearranging.Everything’s different,and yet everything’s the same.Time is just a crazy game.”

“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head?Put down the penand climbsnuglyinto bed?”

“Time is just a crazy game.”

“He sat up, his chest moving, his mouth open as if he'd run the annual San Francisco Bay to Breakers race in record time instead of, as the event intended, having fun.”