“The months roll by like wheels on a wheelchair. Pretty soon it’ll be July. Feels like just last month it was May.”

“December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.”

“June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.”

“Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.”

“To fill a small bag means selecting,and choosing, and evaluating. There's no logicial end to that process. Pretty soon I would have a big bag, and then two or three. A month later I'd be like the rest of you.”

“Worrying is like a dominoes effect, that rolls from one day into the next, into a week, a month, a year;never accomplishing anything but stress, until it hits that last tile, which drops unfulfilled to an empty ground.”