“The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike”
“It's time, my childrenWhen the waves rise high When the waters run deepWhen the clock strikes midnightYou'll feel the mark of Zero HourAnd you'll never be the same again”
“Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.”
“His hands struck her any hour of the day, like hands that strike a clock, whether early, whether late; they strike, they strike.”
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
“This is Holy Wood. To pass the time quickly, you just film the clock hands moving fast...”