Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.

No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.

Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive.

... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion.

Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes.

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.

Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!