“Prison is a second-by-second assault on the soul, a day-to-day degradation of the self, an oppressive steel and brick umbrella that transforms seconds into hours and hours into days.”
“Days, hours, minutes,seconds slip byunappreciated, unnoticed.Notice them.Appreciate them.And treat themlike they could beyour last.”
“Days, weeks, months, years," said the boy. "Minutes and hours and seconds. I don't know about any of those things.”
“Anyway, Art [making] is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds, isn't that so, dear lady?”
“There will always be 60 seconds in a minute. There will always be 60 minutes in an hour. And there will always be 24 hours n a day. Time was not fluctuating. It moved on at the same, constant pace at every moment in your life”
“Every moment was that moment, every day was that day, every second was that second, and I've lost myself again.”