“What a pity clocks don't realize the interesting work they do in making history, as they go on ticking out moments which never before have been and never will be again!”

“You never do find out what makes you tick, and after a while it's unimportant.”

“There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.”

“When the clock Tick Tocks the party never stops!”

“The great adventure of our lives. What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world? and what is 'the end of the world' except a phrase, because who knows even what is the world itself? I had now lived in two centuries, seen the illusions of one shattered by the other, been eternally young and eternally ancient, possessing no illusions, living moment to moment in a way that made me picture a silver clock ticking in a void: the painted face, the delicately carved hands looked upon by no one, looking out at no one, illuminated by a light which was not a light, like the light by which god made the world before He had made light. Ticking, ticking, ticking, the precision of the clock, in a room as vast as the universe.”

“Don't be afraid to reinvent yourself. I have done it before and am doing it again. It makes life interesting.”