Four past Midnight

Впрочем, Морту нравилась такая погода - ему казалось, что ветер забирается ему в голову и выметает пыль из самых потаённых и давно забытых уголков.

Sometimes you couldn’t see things because they were too small, but sometimes you ignored things because they were too big, too obvious.

“Why, what happens to today when it becomes yesterday, what happens to the present when it becomes the past. It waits — dead and empty and deserted. It waits for them. It waits for the time-keepers of eternity, always running along behind, cleaning up the mess in the most efficient way possible... by eating it.”

Ты не просто торопишься с выводами, ты торопишься как угорелый.

- На мой взгляд, полная противоположность страху - честность.

От некоторых воспоминаний вообще невозможно избавиться.

<...> творчество всегда чуть-чуть похоже на воровство.

But a statistician will tell you that sooner or later whatever can happen will happen...

Be careful what you pray for, because you just might get it.

Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them.