Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true.

she might have been pretty when she started out, but the world had moved on since then.

Time's a reach, too, you know, just like the one that lies between the islands and the mainland, but the only ferry that can cross it is memory, and that's like a ghost-ship—if you want it to disappear, after awhile it will.

Sixty-four has a way of forgetting what twenty-one was like. So we won't talk about blame.

Time passed: the mind rebuilds it's defenses.

Storytelling always changes time.

I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that's different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that's slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.

Time takes it all, whether you want it or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

But time changed. That was something only drunks and junkies understood. When youcouldn’t sleep, when you were afraid to look around because of what you might see, time elongated and grew sharp teeth.