“But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.”
“Draw a circle, not a heart, around the one you love because a heart can break but a circle goes on forever.”
“The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.”
“The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert.Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last.Even the sun goes down.”
“Time. There seems to be vast quantities of the stuff spooling around me in all directions, everywhere i look. Days and hours. Weeks and minutes. Years. The hard part, ive discovered, is filling it. ”
“Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.”