Perelandra (Space Trilogy #2)

by C.S. Lewis

This itch to have things over again, as if life were a film that could be unrolled twice or even made to work backward . . . was it possibly

the root of all evil? No: of course the love of money was called that. But money itself—perhaps one valued it chiefly as a defense against chance, a security for being able to have things over again, a means of arresting the unrolling of the film.