How time slips past, masked in the rhythm of the days!

[S]omehow, without his being aware of it, time had coated his awe with a rind of disillusionment, and the wine of wonder had turned to vinegar.

What does immortality mean to me? That we all want more time; and we want it to be quality time.

The contradictions are what make human behavior so maddening and yet so fascinating, all at the same time.

Humans may be the only creatures on Earth who spend significant time thinking about the fact that someday their lives will end.

Each time, storytellers clothed the naked body of the myth in their own traditions, so that listeners could relate more easily to its deeper meaning.