“Cooking a meal that would be consumed in fifteen minutes had no appeal when she could make a painting that might last forever.”

“Why spend the afternoon making a meal that will be gone in an hour," she'd ask us, "when in the same amount of time, I can do a painting that will last forever?”

“Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.”

“Destroying forest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.”

“She's four minutes late, which doesn't seem like all that much when you think about it's a commercial break, the period within classes, the time it takes to cook a microwave meal. Four minutes is nothing.”

“I am his lover. They had made no promises, no vows; this was an interlude which might end with the next sunset or ebb with the changing tide. Yet she knew, with a certainty that belongs only to the young, that this was for always. Whether she had a year, or a week, or just a few hours, she would make it last forever.”