I didn’t want the sun to rise. I didn’t want the world to continue turning. I wanted the whole planet put into stasis until I could catch up.

It wasn’t exactly like I’d sold out on my life and dreams and all that other bullshit, because the truth was I’d never actually had anything to sell. It was more like I slowly froze...

Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.

MaturityA stationary sense . . . as, I suppose,I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired;Then I shall start to feel the backward pullTake over, sickening and masterful — Some say, desired.And this...

Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.