"How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!"

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It can be stolen, but never bought. It can be given, but never taken. It can be stepped on, but cannot walk . It can fly, but has no wings. It can sing, but has no voice. It can be broken, but still it work s. It can be left, even while it follows. And though it’s easily commanded, it can never, ever be demanded.

— Sherrilyn Kenyon