"He had always taken it for granted that life was on his side, and that was one of the reasons for his success, but life was now receding from him, leaving him dry and high, like the sea abandoning a rock it has caressed for too long. The idea of himself as an ancient rock made him laugh for a moment, a bitter little laugh. But it really did seem that life was draining away from him, as if from some secret wound. Time was no longer passing: it was disappearing."
Sunlight on Cold Water, Françoise Sagan