I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will.

Time will heal all the hate, all in good time.

It’s 8:15, and that’s the time that it’s always been.

There was a time, a storm that blew so pure.

It’s the first time, the last time we ever met.

Time was still, but hours must really have rushed by.

I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

* When I was around 2 years old, I spun around while dancing to Star Search and hit my head against the family’s wooden TV stand. I have a lovely eyebrow scar to prove it.

Choose your last words, this is the last time.

Time to stand up and steal the show.

Stop time. Stay just this way.

The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”

– George Orwell, Nineteen-Eighty-Four