time is a winged chariot.

[spiderpig]

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime...
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near,
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.

- Andrew Marvell, 1621 – 1678

But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breath?

- Andrew Marvell, 1621 – 1678

Note: Please let The Time Traveler's Wife not fail the book. The book was lovely. I won't go so far as to say that it was a literary masterpiece, but it moved me. It moved my rock-hard soul and frozen heart. I have yet to find any other recent book that has had such an effect on me.

Oh wait. Murakami.

Let me correct myself: I have yet to find a not-translated book that has such an effect on me. I've read it twenty times over (or more, but feelings don't measure up like that) and I have never tired of Henry and Clare, just as they have never tired of themselves.