Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts. – Jean Cocteau, Professional Secrets, 1922
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way. – Edna Ferber
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay. – Brian Aldiss
