Time--our youth--it never really goes, does it? It is all held in our minds.

I have no plans for the money but it'll be awfully nice to have it.

But surely, if you trust God, you can believe the bad moments pass, and the good memories are worth enough.

[Time was] an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old.

Time--our youth--it never really goes, does it? It is all held in our minds.