“Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.”

“Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.”

“Live because you're dying. Tomorrow is no more guaranteed than the next hour. No minute is minuscule; every second is a new breath that fills the lungs with life.”

“The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.”

“In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.”

“Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more hours. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow.”