Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.
It is as though a portal in time has opened, and the Christians of the 14th century are pouring into our world.
There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?
When you're writing about something that happened, it helps you transition to the present.
I've been told by people I respect that flashbacks only work if they have their own narrative, but they can't be part of the present narrative.
In 'Saving Mr. Banks,' the challenge was just transitions. Time transitions from 1961 to 1906; how do you follow a character in one environment to another? And sometimes these transitions were quick, so how do you do that?
One of the most powerful devices is to distort time, to go from human time to atomic time, geologic time. Sometimes you can actually accomplish that, with one unexpected word choice.
Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.
Time goes from present to past.
Flashback in film rarely works.
Once upon a time is now.
Both place and time were changed, and I dwelt nearer to those parts of the universe and to those eras in history which had most attracted me.
'The Pushcart War' is presented as a history of a conflict that has not yet taken place; in each edition of the book, the date on which the hostilities commenced is nudged forward.
Every passing year brings us more past futures.
The 21st of December marks the end of the time and the beginning of no-time
O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.
She'd have to propel herself into the future by whatever means possible or she'd be trapped forever in a place whose times had already passed.
Part of the mystery of any given photograph is the fact that it was taken at a certain time and in a certain place and time keeps moving on. A photograph might be a moment in time preserved, but the world continues to change around it.
