“Four hundred years is but a moment in 10,000 years. Time is curved, time is braided. Throw out your clocks.”
“For every year of peace there have been four hundred years of war.”
“Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.”
“She’s had the moment. A moment isn’t a piece of time, it’s a question. A realization. A trauma. The moment comes when you look up and see your life stretching out for seventy more years….Is this life good enough for the next seventy years?”
“The clock in the church tower said 4.32, as it had done for three hundred years. It was right once a day and that was better than no clock at all.”
“And for what portion of human history had people even had desk jobs? Maybe the last four hundred years, out of four million? It wasn’t natural.”