I protest that if some great Power would agree to make me always think what is true and do what is right on condition of being turned into a sort of clock and would up every morning before I got out of bed I should instantly close with the offer.

There are some good people. But a good chunk of them will lie for no reason at all - it'll be ten o'clock and they'll tell you it's nine. You're looking at the clock and you can't even fathom why they're lying. They just lie because that's what they do.

I think that in the future clocks won't say three o'clock anymore. They'll just get right to the point and rename three o'clock 'Pepsi.'

We cannot turn the clock back nor can we undo the harm caused but we have the power to determine the future and to ensure that what happened never happens again.

Revolution! The people howls and cries Freedom that's what we're needing! We've needed it for centuries our arteries are bleeding. The stage is shaking the audience rock. The whole thing is over by nine o'clock.

Those other 10 o'clock shows that come on all you get from them is headaches and nightmares when you go to bed! At least we give you food know what I mean?

I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately instead of at three o clock in the morning.

The first novel I wrote was a monster - clocking in at 180 000 words - but it died a death a death it deserved. It was called 'The Gods First Make Mad.' It was a good title but it was the only good thing about the book. I didn't let that put me off.

Kids are a huge sacrifice they change everything - but I'm ready to work for things of greater importance than going out to meet someone for dinner at 10 o'clock at night.

Sometimes movie-making happens like clockwork other times like a car accident.

One morning about four o'clock I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

My nominee for Best Picture of the year - maybe the best picture ever because it's essentially made up of and is an ecstatic love letter to all other movies - is Christian Marclay's endlessly enticing must-see masterpiece 'The Clock.'

And at five o'clock in the morning we left to drive to Old Tucson and I sat with my mouth open in the van. I was stunned by the beauty of that country.

A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.

I had an amazing childhood lots of love. But my dad worked his tail off getting up at 4 in the morning and going off at 5 6 o'clock yet he always had time to spend with his kids and his wife.