I hear hoofbeats. I hear hoofs galloping out on the edge of the world. It is Time riding forth, and snow falls from his horse's mane and lightning crashes from its hoofs, and when Time has ridden by like a wind in the night there are only withered leaves left, blowing in the gale of his passage. He rides nearer, I hear worlds sunder before him — Give me back my death! Let me crawl back into my grave and hide from Time!
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This quote was added November 29, 2007.