The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.

There is probably no oral society that fails to mark the spatial distinction of left and right, peculiar as this distinction may be.

...you may have created my past and screwed up my present but you have no control over my future.

Remember your past ,dream for your future but live in the present.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present…yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.