Terry Pratchett: Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you. — Terry Pratchett

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded. — Terry Pratchett
Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one. — Terry Pratchett
Horæ Memento cita mors venit, aut victoria læta. In the hour's short space comes — Horace
Time's the king of men, He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives — William Shakespeare
Examining by hours is not so unprecedented. It was the old custom among the Roma — Marlay
I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things. — Abel Stevens
Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing. — Albert Einstein
What shall we call this undetermin'd state, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two bound — George Lillo
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York. — William Shakespeare
How is it, I wonder, that all religious officials, from God the Father to the pa — Samuel Butler
I do not know whether I shall make progress; but I should prefer to lack success — Seneca
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your — Rabindranath Tagore