Once, there were no predators, no prey. Only harmony. There were no quakes, no storms, everything in balance. In the beginning, time was all at once and forever — no past, present, and future, no death. We broke it all.

Money and beauty are defenses against the sorrows of this world but neither can undo the past. Only time will conquer time. The way forward is the only way back to innocence and to peace.

What will happen will happen. There is time for miracles until there is no more time, but time has no end.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.

...on a subconscious level we're aware that time isn't enduring, that it is not a required condition of our existence, that there comes a point when we will have no need of it.

Nothing before its time, son. Everything in its own time, to its own schedule.

All our yesterdays neatly shelved, time cataloged in drawers: News grows brittle and yellow under the library, in catacombs of paper.

Every palace and every work of art is only dust as yet unrealized, and time is the patient wind that will whither it all away.