What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled granite, devoured memory, and seduced infants into senility—as implacable as a hanging judge and as poetic as a tank.


Chapter 11 (p. 177) - A Bridge of Years (1991)

Robert Charles Wilson Quotes

What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled...

What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled...

What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled...

What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled...