“My name is a half an hour early, but my body is on time.”

“My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.”

“The time that I spend in hospital is so dauntingly real that it makes my activities and emotions outside of working hours feel childish and superficial, like a sitcom, a half-hour television comedy.”

“In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.”

“I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate.' A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. 'For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time saying anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.”

“When panic sets in, my advice is to fast and read the Book of Mormon for at least a half hour.”