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And it seems to me that life…is nothing other than this: the incessant cry of these emotions that drive us… Sometimes it is a cry of pain. Sometimes it is a song. (P.212)

Perhaps, ultimately, the emotional dimension of time is not the film of mist that prevents us from apprehending the nature of time objectively. Perhaps the emotion of time is precisely what time *is* for us. (P.201)

We are *histories* of ourselves, narratives… I am this long ongoing novel. My life consists of it. (P.178)

This is what time is: it is entirely in the present, in our minds, as memory and as anticipation. (P.182)