Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.

There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.