The best way to fill time is to waste it.

Time is a veil interposed between God and ourselves, as our eyelid is between our eye and the light.

If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

In time history must become a fairy tale—it will become again what it was in the beginning.