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

This is Year Zero.

A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

We wish away whole years, and travel through time as through a country filled with many wild and empty wastes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at those several little settlements or imaginary points of rest which are dispersed up and down in it.