“Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What’s wrong with everyone this week?”Tom can tell that”

“Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments. You must experience each one before you can appreciate it.”

“Seven characters are too many for a ten-minute play. It'll be twenty minutes long! Fuck it. One of them is dead and the others can all talk fast.”

“Even awful people can be polite for a few minutes,” their father told them. “Any longer than that and they revert to the bastards they really are.”

“The timer dinged a few minutes later and Cinnamon sucked in her breath."You want me to check?" I asked."I'll do it."I stood up and followed her into the bathroom.Cinnamon gasped and said,"They're both positive!""What?" I grabbed the sticks from her hand and read them. I glared at her.She chuckled. "You should have seen your face.”

“Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read. ”