In a world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, will be repeated precisely.

Imagine a world in which there is no time. Only images.

Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

There is a place where time stands still ...illuminated by only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished to almost nothing at the center of time, its vibrations slowed to echoes in vast canyons, its intensity reduced to the faint glow of fireflies.

In this world, time has three dimensions, like space. Just as an object may move in three perpendicular directions, corresponding to horizontal, vertical, and longitudinal, so an object may participate in three perpendicular futures. Each future moves in a different direction of time. Each future is real. At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people, but different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.

Except for a God who sits down after the universe begins, all other gods conflict with the assumptions of science.