"Nor do you know the truth, which is: Seize the nettle of innocence in both your hands, for this is the only way, and every Ulcer in love's lazaret may, like a dawn-stung gem, sing--or even burst into whoops of, perhaps, holiness."
"But, in any case, watch the clock slowly. Hold your breath and wait. Nothing happens, nothing happens, then suddenly, quick as a wink, and slick as a mink's prick, Time thrusts through the time of no-Time."