"Clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life."
- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury ... See MoreSee Less

"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened..."
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets: Burnt Norton ... See MoreSee Less

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth ... See MoreSee Less

"We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows."
- E.M. Forster, A Room with a View ... See MoreSee Less

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five ... See MoreSee Less

"There are no stars so lovely as Edinburgh street-lamps."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Silverado Squatters ... See MoreSee Less

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"The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns."
- James Joyce, Dubliners ... See MoreSee Less

"Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain - Quaintest thoughts - queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today."
- Edgar Allan Poe, Lines on Ale ... See MoreSee Less

"Every man's life is a path to himself, the attempt at a path, the sketch of a path."
- Hermann Hesse, Demian ... See MoreSee Less

"Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
Stains the white radiance of Eternity
Until Death tramples it to fragments."
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais ... See MoreSee Less

"Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached."
- Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms ... See MoreSee Less

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"The crowd is not only the newest asylum of outlaws; it is also the latest narcotic for those abandoned. The flâneur is an abandoned person in the crowd."
- Walter Benjamin, Charles Baudelaire: A Lyric Poet in the Era of High Capitalism ... See MoreSee Less

"The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me."
- Blaise Pascal, Pensées ... See MoreSee Less