“"Oh," I say under my breath. "Tick, tock." My eyes sweep around the full circle of the arena and I know she's right. "Tick, tock. This is a clock."”

“Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and the silence says
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in a dream between
Sleep and waking up
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
Like twilight is neither night nor morning”

“Midnight, when the monotonous tick-tock of diurnal progress is for one throbbing moment replaced by the cool but smokey honk of a saxophone, alternately seductive and threatening. Midnight. The black growth on the clock face that has to be biopsied every twenty-four hours to see whether it is malignant or benign.”

““I really did suffer a lot,” she said, “and for a lot longer than I even care to remember. I was sure I’d never find anything to take the place of ballet, and it took all my energy just to get through each day. My parents and my friends all said that time alone would heal the wound, and I guess I knew it was true, but I wished I could hibernate or something, and let time go by without having to suffer through it. But of course the clock just kept slowly ticking away. Tick, tick, tick”

“You have to cherish things in a different way when you know the clock is ticking, you are under pressure.”

“It's no fun being a broody Iranian woman. Every time I said to people "My body clock is ticking," they would hit the ground!”

“Silence fell. The clock on my mantel ticked aloud and the wind outside flowed past like a river.”

“Time can tick when there is no clock.”

“The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.”

“People don't understand the virtue of time, until their clock stops ticking. ”