Quotes About Time

hundred and forty-three hours to departure.

falls, the jumble of trees stretched the two hours into three.

So they were here sometime before ten, but we don't know how long before, and they were gone before eleven," Robertson said. Robertson was sartorially distinct from his partner, wearing a blue-striped Façonnable long-sleeved dress shirt, dark blue slender jeans with the cuffs rolled up a half inch, and tan lace-up shoes; Lucas envied him the shoes. "We have a call on Likely's phone, to Baker, at nine o'clock, so he was alive then.

He glanced at his watch: three twenty-seven in the afternoon, more or less. With a Rolex, he'd discovered, more or less had to be good enough.

Weather stuck her head in and said, "You're not coming to bed?" "Not for a while." She was up late; not working in the morning. "Something came up.

It's about time you got here, you hunk. He gave her a little squeeze an asked, Why don't you run away with me? Then you wouldn't have a job and I'd have to support you. Weather said. Then he'd be dead and you wouldn't have to support him, Davenport said. Still, couple good days at a Motel 6 in Mankato . . . might be worth it, Virgil said to her. Davenport said, Yeah it would be. When you're right, you're right.

Not a big intellectual, he'd nevertheless spent an entire summer reading an English translation of Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust's À la recherché du temps perdu while knitting together the web of a major crack gang that spread over the Twin Cities. He couldn't read French, but the book had made him want to learn the language; he'd just never had time.

doing this for a long time, honey. I'd be

Pacific time was two hours ahead of Central time

Rich people show their appreciation through favors. When everyone you know has more money than they know what to do with, money stops being a useful transactional tool. So instead you offer favors. Deals. Quid pro quos. Things that involve personal involvement rather than money. Because when you're that rich, your personal time is your limiting factor.

If you're the best that the Earth has got to offer, it's time we bend over and get a tentacle right up the ass.

I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me.

Well, life is like that sometimes, Isabel said. We learn things too late, and then we don't get to use them.

Destiny gets compressed, you know, into just that small fraction of a second you have right in front of you at any one time. And there's nothing romantic about keeping your head down to avoid getting shot, or trying to save a friend who's been injured, or coming face to face with a creature who is as smart and mean and as terrified of dying as you are, and who wants to make sure that if someone is left on the ground there, it's you and not it.

Are we there yet?" I asked Joshua. "No," Joshua said. "Are we there yet?" I said. "No." "Are we there yet?" "No." "Are we there yet?" "Yes," Joshua said. "Stop the car.

How much did you love her?" Jane asked. "Your wife. Kathy. When people are married for a long time, maybe they stay together out of habit." "Sometimes they do," I said. "But I loved her very much. All the time we were married. I love her now.

The problem with aging is not that it's one damn thing after another—it's every damn thing, all at once, all the time.

And when I say "exploded" I mean "interacted catastrophically with the topography of space/time in ways we're not entirely able to explain," but "explode" gets the gist of it, particularly with regard to what would happen to a human caught in it.

Then you're seventy-five, friends are dead, and you've replaced at least one major organ: you have to pee four times a night, and you can't go up a flight a stairs without being little winded -- and your're told you're in pretty good shape for your age. [....], in a decade you'll be eighty-five, and the only difference between you and a raisin will be that while you're both wrinkled and without a prostate, the raisin never had a prostate to begin with.

We buy time where we may." "You bought yourself time," Oi agreed. "I don't think it's of very good quality.

You have five minutes," I said. "Of course, because any more time would make this too easy.

It can take five years for a piece of news to go from one end of space to the other, and the story's going to change in the telling. So you don't listen to the story. You listen to the pattern. And right now, the pattern is, weird fucking shit going on with the Flow.

Humans, being intermediary creatures in both time and space, did not fully appreciate the value of life at every physical and temporal scale.

How long do you think it will take them to get a transport here?" I asked. "Are you kidding?" Dad said. "If they didn't send for one the second I was done talking to them, I'll eat my hat." "You don't wear a hat," I said. "I will buy a hat and eat it, then," Dad said.