A clock is ticking softly in the kitchen. There is a rhythm to any life, I thought, a routine that both sustained and deadened. Countless moments become strung together in the guise of a whole. I am 36 years old. It will be over all too quickly, and if I have the courage at the end, I will ask myself: What was it all about? What did I do that really mattered? And what would I answer? The answer perhaps is that most of what happens isn't planned. Who knows what's going to be? So do your best. Be kind, enjoy, try not to worry. (Clifford Irving / Final Argument)

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