“In the silence of the ticking of the clocks minute hand, I found you. In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. In the f...”

“But what is this clock, marking only so many years, that such men seem to consult in the dark of their being? We do not know. All we do know for certain is that no such clock, no such warnings, can...”

“When that little clock on my wall says Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! Its half past time to write, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.”

“When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow.”