When hope is gone, time is punishment.
If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid.
Before you measure the years, you measure the days.
One withers, another grows.
once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied
And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.