Time is no one's friend--time has no social niceties and holds the door for nobody nowhere. But I hold the door for time, with my one good paw.

Oh, September. My best girl. I shall tell you an awful, wonderful, unhappy, joyful secret: It is like that for everyone. One day you wake up and you are grown. And on the inside, you are no older than the last time you thought Wouldn't it be lovely to be all Grown-Up right this second?

You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.

Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit.

Time is communal, Marya Morevna, the most purely communal of all commodities. It belongs to us all equally.