“Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.”

“For art is about desire, is it not, and never its consummation?”

“It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.”

“After so much time spent in painful labor, to arrive at once at the summit of my desires was the most gratifying consummation of my toils.”

“Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.”

“It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between.”