"Sometimes things turn out better than a pessimist like I believe they will. But someone has to take the reins. I despise the idea of doing it myself. But I also don't want that wagon to go over the cliff without at least being able to say I made a dive for the reins before it did. It's something that we all need to ask ourselves some hard questions about. If not now, when? Every year we wait, it's only going to be harder and more daunting and more laughable that puny efforts of citizens will work. I feel as though I have waited long enough."
"A priest went about among them with a cross, and there was about five minutes of time left for him to live.
He said that those five minutes seemed to him to be a most interminable period, an enormous wealth of time; he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment.
He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where...?
The repugnance to what must ensue almost immediately, and the uncertainty, were dreadful, he said; but worst of all was the idea, 'What should I do if I were not to die now? What if I were to return to life again? What an eternity of days, and all mine! How I should grudge and count up every minute of it, so as to waste not a single instant!'"