“Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.”
“Was that what childhood was? Things rushing by out a window, the trees connected by motion, going too fast for him to notice the consequences?”
“Hands on her shoulders, I noted. Fast, but not too fast or it's going to be over, fast. Keep your grunting to a minimum.”
“Like Indian corn in August, the "what ifs" in my life were growing fast. Too fast.”
“Western civilization was declining too fast for comfort, but too slowly to be very exciting.”
“Before we know it, its all going to be over so fast. Too fast for us to even realize what was..”