We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

Everything we care about lies somewhere in the middle, where pattern and randomness interlace.

We choose mania over boredom every time.

It sometimes seems as if curbing entropy is our quixotic purpose in this universe.

You can't waste time and you can't save time; you can only choose what you do at any given moment.

At its most fundamental, information is a binary choice. In other words, a single bit of information is one yes-or-no choice.

It is significant that one says book lover and music lover and art lover but not record lover or CD lover or, conversely, text lover.