LetterMidst, read me your favorite line.

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only with the electric clocks, but the wind-up kind, too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever clocks said - and calendars.

from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut