“Neither dust nor light stirred. It was as if time had been bled dry and given up.”

Source: Time is the Simplest Thing (1961), Chapter 33 (pp. 174-175)

Source: Out of the Dust

A Short History of Decay (1949)

Source: The Waves

Aleph (2011)

Source: Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now

"Further On (Up the Road)"
Song lyrics, The Rising (2002)

Source: Way Station (1963), Ch. 25
Context: That had not been the first time nor had it been the last, but all the years of killing boiled down in essence to that single moment — not the time that came after, but that long and terrible instant when he had watched the lines of men purposefully striding up the slope to kill him.
It had been in that moment that he had realized the insanity of war, the futile gesture that in time became all but meaningless, the unreasoning rage that must be nursed long beyond the memory of the incident that had caused the rage, the sheer illogic that one man, by death or misery, might prove a right or uphold a principle.
Somewhere, he thought, on the long backtrack of history, the human race had accepted an insanity for a principle and had persisted in it until today that insanity-turned-principle stood ready to wipe out, if not the race itself, at least all of those things, both material and immaterial, that had been fashioned as symbols of humanity through many hard-won centuries.

Source: The Dark Is Rising (1965-1977), Silver on the Tree (1977), Chapter 12 “The Journey” (p. 164)