By the time the people asking the questions are ready for the answers, the people doing the work have lost track of the questions.
I spent almost 3 months with Bergman, four hours every afternoon. We sat and went through the whole script. To be honest, most of the time we talked about life and other different things. It was really a wonderful time.
I have been a reader of Science Fiction and Fantasy for a long time, since I was 11 or 12 I think, so I understand it and I'm not at all surprised that readers of the genre might enjoy my books.
It took some time to gather the research and develop it into the storyline, and to finally finish an origin myth poem that I had been working on for twenty years.
On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.
To have been torn from the study would have been as death; my time was entirely occupied with art.
Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.
If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.
Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.
I think a major element of jetlag is psychological. Nobody ever tells me what time it is at home.
I'm absolutely strict about it. When I land, I put my watch right, and I don't care what I feel like, I will go to bed at half past eleven. If that means going to bed early or late, that's what I live by. As soon as you get there, live by that time.
Well, I'm having a good time. Which makes me feel guilty too. How very English.
In every age 'the good old days' were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them.