I'm fine, said Pilar, for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.

The bell that measures time is ringing.

It's a gamble every time you get up in the morning.

If I'd been older I would've asked what it was right away, but I didn't because I wanted to postpone the moment when I would know what it was. In stories I'd read, I'd come across the words nameless dread. They'd just been words then, but now that's exactly what I felt.

Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.

Though it's hard to concentrate on the idea of a future. She's too immersed in the present:

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.

No one can pray and worry at the same time.

The future starts today, not tomorrow.

Don't be overwhelmed . . . take it one day and one prayer at a time.

Quit worrying about how everything is going to turn out. Live one day at a time; better yet, make the most of this moment.

Sometimes it seems things go by too quickly. We are so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take the time to enjoy where we are.