As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

It’s funny. I met a man once who did a lot of mountain climbing. I asked him which was harder, ascending or descending? He said without a doubt descending, because ascending you were so focused on reaching the top, you avoided mistakes. The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature,” he said. “You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.