J.B. Priestley

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But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we're only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream

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She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years

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There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going