Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

How time flies when one has fun!

They say I’m old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

I have absorbed my life now. I am ready for my music to unfold. I know time flies, but before the end of this year, the album will be out. Even if it kills me.

– and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven‘t yet said all we wanted to say to each other… May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!

When you get a groove going, time flies.

Time flies. It’s up to you to be the navigator.

Time flies on restless pinions – constant never.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana

How time flies when you’re doin all the talking.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

Notice how we are perpetually surprised at Time. (‘How time flies! Fancy John being grown-up and married! I can hardly believe it!’) In heavens name, why? Unless, indeed, there is something in us which is not temporal.