“Time is the speed at which the past decays.”
“Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears.”
“That sensation of a void within which never left us, that irrational longing to hark back to the past or else to speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire.”
“Just a tick past fruition sits decay.”
“There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall. ”
“…mortified at the speed with which intimacy evaporates…”