It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could.

I would've liked to have been Poussin, if I'd had a choice, in another time.

Ive done Hay Fever and this one was called Another Time by Ronald Harwood.

It's always refreshing to step into another time.

Son, don't mind what's missing. Count allthat's free: friendship, laughter, all thelove your heart can carry, and time -- count time.

For me, opposition is just another opposition.