"You mustn't forget about your future, Enrique."
"I'm living for the present, Dad."
"Ah!" he waved that aside. "The present is just temporary."
' I boiled up. "I know," I burst out. 'It only has to be accepted temporarily — temporarily, but every day afresh. And every day ever more. Temporarily. Until we have lived to the end of our temporary lives, and one fine day we temporarily die.

p. 66. - Detective Story (2008)