“The pain and laughter of the day are done
So strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,
Only the Sister's candle softly beams.
Clear from the church near by the clock strikes 'one';
And all are wrapt away in secret sleep and dreams.”

“She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.”

“The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike”

“he thinks about his journey nearly done.
One day he'll clock on and never clock off
or clock off and never clock on”

“One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness”

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

“No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.”

“Strange? I don't think that word comes anywhere near it. My troops are on an overnight camp three hundred kilometres away from here. I had to sleep at the Santangelo penitentiary for pre-pubescent girls.”

“Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?”

“A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.”