She had an immense store of trivial memories and when she wasn’t living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present – she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape or an expectation.
…from Brighton Rock, by Graham Greene.
I knew a girl like that. Nearly every girl I’ve ever known in fact. Every guy, too. Waitaminute. Ahhh….I see what you did there.