“The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.”

“Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. ”

“What grain of dust can be easier carried by your life’s emptiness wind than the knowledge?”

“a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and when the mountain has been moved the bird puts it all back again and that's how long eternity is and that's a very long time to be dead”

“From the depths of hell,So far I fell,A deal made with the devil,After all the dust had settled,There's an hourglass of time,Counting down all of our lives,And with every grain of sand,Time is slipping through my hands.”

“It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it is the grain of sand in your shoe.”