Williamson threw his hands carefully up to heaven and snorted again. Apparently, everything Fay said served… — Algis Budrys

It hadn’t had to take the form of this terrible bubble. It might as easily have been a sudden sharp burst behind his eyes or a slower, subtler gnawing at his vitals. But he’d known it was coming, as every man knows and tries to forget it is coming.

There are various uses for time, and I have better ones than this.

Amnesia was the price of immortality.