No one has yet invented a gas mask and a bomb shelter against time.
—Gaustine, “Time Shelter,” 1939
But which is our organ of time—tell me that if you can.
—Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain, translated by H. T. Lowe-Porter
Man is the only working time machine we have now.
—Gaustine, “Against Utopias,” 2001
Where can we live but days?
—Philip Larkin, “Days”
Oh, yesterday came suddenly . . .
—Lennon/McCartney
. . . If the street were time and he at the end of the street . . .
—T. S. Eliot, “The Boston Evening Transcript”
Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday . . .
—Gaustine/Shakespeare
The novel comes as an emergency, with lights blazing and siren blaring.
—Gaustine, “Emergency Novel. Brief Theory and Practice”
. . . and God will call the past to account.
—Ecclesiastes 3:15
The past differs from the present in one essential way—it never flows in one direction.
—Gaustine, A Physics of the Past, 1905
Once, when she was little, she drew an animal, absolutely unrecognizable.
What is it? I asked.
Sometimes it’s a shark, sometimes a lion, and sometimes a cloud, she replied.
Aha, so what is it now?
Now it’s a hiding place.
—G.G., Beginnings and Endings