“Time passed, slipping through the waist of the universe's great hourglass like the eroded soil of this continent slipping down her rivers to the seas.”

“And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually..”

“Mountain passes slipping into stones,
Hearts and bones.”

“One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.”

“The instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms.”

“I like to slip out in the middle of the night and take my Lamborghini and drive it really fast on the highway. There’s a particular one close to my house in Pasadena. I just roll down the windows, and it’s kind of like I just slip into the night.”

“People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.”

“You could hold her tight with all your might but she'd slip through your arms like the wind and be back in flight back into the night where you might never see her again.”

“Instead, it had slipped into her subconscious, and worked its way beneath her skin.”

“… to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”