“Arthur sighed and barely managed to whisper, “Key... hold the Hour Hand for... a minute... a minute...”
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
“Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.”
“It's kind of like when a clock battery runs down. The hour and minute hands don't disappear, but they don't keep ticking either. They freeze on the last minute they measured.”
“SMS made everything negotiable: hour by hour, minute by minute. There was no such thing as a firm plan or a final schedule.”
“Run through those time measurements again," Aahz grumbled."In seconds, minutes, hours....""Minutes! We've got a few minutes.”