Fritz Leiber Quotes

In the experience of art, time seems not to exist. When I'm writing and think, "I've been working for two hours," I've actually been working for seven.

Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.

Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.

Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

Infinity is just time on an ego trip.

One's relationship to time is complicated, and sometimes a day will drag on forever and sometimes it'll be over in a flash. When you look back, "I'm old," after 40 or 60 years, I can't believe I'm as old as I am.

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

It's psychologically a weird experience to be so aware of the fact that the real time of your life is moving much faster than the fictional time you're trying to depict. You start to feel very weighted down sometimes.

I hang on to the statement of scientists that there is no time. Therefore, join me in telling everyone you are thirty-two. This allows me to go after young men and plan grabbing husbands from my girlfriends. Choosing to live in the timeless, I am now at the easiest and happiest time of my life.

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

I think time is elastic. There are moments in my life that are many, many years ago and yet I can conjure them as though it's a second ago. And there are other things that happened maybe last week that seem like ages ago.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

Because time moves more slowly in Kid World ... it goes on for decades ... It is adult life that is over in a twinkling.

(I measure time by how a body sways.)

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

Infinity: Time on an ego trip.