Friday, August 19, 2011

On Time

"When I was alive, I believed — as you do — that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one o'clock' as though I could see it, and 'Monday' as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year's Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls."

- From Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn, 1968.

1 comment:

LarryL said...

What a wonderful quote from a not-known-enough piece of American writing. Time to pull my dusty copy off the shelf and read it again.