“His eyes fixed on the clock as he watched the hands move forward. His feelings were wrapped in layer upon layer of thin membrane, and his heart was still a blank as he aged, one hour at a time.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Lee watched the thin hands, the beautiful violet eyes, the flush of excitement on the boy's face. An imaginary hand projected with such force it seemed Allerton must feel the touch of ectoplasmic fingers caressing his ear, phantom thumbs smoothing… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
