Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Now is the only time we own; give, love, toil with a will. And place no faith in tomorrow, for the clock may then be still.

The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

No mind is much employed upon the present; recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

Study as if you were to live forever. Live as if you were to die tomorrow.

Today, well lived, will prepare me for both the pleasure and the pain of tomorrow.

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.

Prose, in his experience, calls for many more words than poetry. There is no point in embarking on prose if one lacks confidence that one will be alive the next day to carry on with the task.

And then we'll all go off to sweet life, 'cause now is the time and we all know time!

You dont have to know a soul to know what I know --- to expect what I'm expecting --- to feel yourself alive and dying in your chest every minute of the livelong day --- When you're young you wanta cry, when you're old you wanta die. But that's too deep for you now, Ti mon Pousse

So even that marvelous, long remembrances of life all the time in the world to just sit there or lie there or walk about slowly remembering all the details of life which now because a million lightyears away have taken on the aspect (as they must've for Proust in his sealed room) of pleasant movies brought up at will and projected for further study ? And pleasure ? As I imagine God to be doing this very minute, watching his own movie, which is us.

All over America highschool and college kids thinking 'Jack Duluoz is 26 years old and on the road all the time hitch hiking' while there I am almost 40 years old, bored and jaded