The reason why time plays a great part in so many of my tales is that this element looms up in my mind as the most profoundly dramatic and grimly terrible thing in the universe.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.
Time destroys everything.
How terrible a thing time is.
The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.
The particular aspect of time that I'm interested in is the arrow of time: the fact that the past is different from the future. We remember the past but we don't remember the future. There are irreversible processes. There are things that happen, like you turn an egg into an omelet, but you can't turn an omelet into an egg.
I feel like I don't understand time in novels, really. I bumble forward, is all.
Most good things happen with time; especially music, which needs time to breathe and to find its own way.
I'm fascinated by the fact that we can't grasp anything about time.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.
Time is what allows stories to spread into people's consciousness.