A Clock Is Not Time; It's Numbers

The Horns Came Riding In Like The Rainbow Masts Of Silver Ships.

What Do Men Know? Because They Have Seen No Unicorns For A While Does Not Mean We Have All Vanished.

It's Really Not So Good To Have Time. Rush, Scramble, Desperation, This Missed, That Left Behind, Those Others Too Big To Fit Into Such A Small Space--that's The Way Life Was Meant To Be. You're Supposed To Be Too Late For Some Things. Don't Worry About It.

There's A Phrase, "sitzfleisch", Which Means Just Plain Sitting On Your Ass And Getting It Done. Just Showing Up For Work. My Uncle Raphael Was A Painter, And He Used To Say, "if The Muse Is Late For Work, Start Without Her". You Have To Be There. You Have To Be There, And Do It, And Grind It Out, Even When It Is Grinding And You Know You're Probably Going To Rewrite All This Tomorrow.

Haggard, I Would Not Be You For All The World," He Declared. "you Have Let Your Doom In By The Front Door, Although It Will Not Depart That Way. (...) Farewell, Poor Haggard, Farewell!