Remember what we once were and what we thought we'd be. And now this. And it's all we have, Allan, it's us. Every step we've taken — every tick of the clock — making everything worse. If this is all life is, what's the use? Better to die, like carol, before you find it out, before Time gets to work on you. I've felt it before, Allan, but never as I've done tonight. There's a great devil in the universe, and we call it Time.
Time and the Conways, p. 59-60.