Peter S. Beagle Quotes

Tick tock, this is a clock.

It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.

I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie

They took away time, and they gave us the clock.

Clock measurement is not time itself. In fact, so opposed are they that one could argue the clock is not a synonym, but the opposite of time.

My grandfather gave me a watch. It doesn't have any hands or numbers. He says it's very accurate. I asked him what time it was. You can guess what he told me.

He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).

Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.

Measure, time and number are nothing but modes of thought or rather of imagination.

The bell that measures time is ringing

He who has lived a day has lived an age.

Time is money, so I went and bought a rolex.

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.

YES we have a soul but it's made of lots of tiny robots

Time is eternity begun.

On a whim, he stopped and bought a watch from a sidewalk vendor. Normally, Billy could not abide keeping time, especially when it was attached to one’s body. Time was like a relentlessly needy lapdog one had to haul around. It barked too much and had no sense of loyalty.

History is written backwards but lived forwards.

I think all this talk about age is foolish. Every time I'm one year older, everyone else is too.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you." You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?" It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing." Nothing can be two opposite things at once," I said. "It's impossible." No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what's impossible is that we actually think it could be anything OTHER than that.

What you call man is time.

Eternity - waste of time.

Time is a person-made concept.

Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.

The grand thing about the human mind is that it can turn its own tables and see meaninglessness as ultimate meaning.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.