You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

I didn't want to be ordinary," I mumbled.
My mother looked up. "What ordinary, Charley?"
"You know. Someone you forget."

From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,"That's what keeps me from being forgotten.

I had also developed my own culture. Work.
Over the years, I had taken labor as my companion and had moved everything else to the side.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.