Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.
Truman CapoteSo the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived
Truman CapoteAnd since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.
Truman Capote