Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
Anne CarsonThe words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
Anne CarsonM: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more
Anne Carson