时间
The beauty of literature lies in its ability to transcend time and place.
"We live in time—it holds us and moulds us—but I’ve never felt I understood it very well."
We are all time travelers, moving at the speed of exactly 60 minutes per hour.
The price of freedom is the willingness to do sudden battle, anywhere, at any time, and with utter recklessness.
Change, like healing, takes time.
"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart."
"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
"The power of a good story is that it can transport you to another place, another time, and make you feel like you're part of something bigger."
"The power of a story lies in its ability to transport us to another place and time."
"The beauty of literature lies in its ability to connect us across time and space."
To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
"Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn."
Time isn't a line; it's a dimension, like the dimensions of space.
"The power of literature lies in its ability to connect us across time and space."
"Theatre is the art of the present moment, where time stands still."
"Time is a river that carries us away, but it also leaves behind traces of our existence, like footprints in the sand."
I can’t play bridge. I don’t play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn’t seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.
People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.