- Tone Hobart: [alone, with Colas, Mr. Hobart realizes the error of altering time] I am not the man to tinker with time, Colas. No man is that man. That man is God.
- Kasha Paine: This is the kind of neighborhood I was looking for - a good neighborhood for unmarked graves.
- Tone Hobart: Good bye, Colus.
- Colus: Where are you going, Mr. Hobart?
- Tone Hobart: I'm going back... into the past, the dead, harmless quiet of the past.
- [pausing at the parlor doors]
- Tone Hobart: I thank God... that kindness is blind.
- Andre: [standing in the lake] Now, both of you bring me my drink. Kasha will pour. Leonora will serve. And, come as you are... in your fine stiletto heels.
- Andre: What did you put in my drink, Kasha?
- Kasha Paine: A leaf.
- Andre: Of the thanatos tree?
- Kasha Paine: Yes.
- Andre: No wonder it killed me.
- Leonora Edmond: [hearing multiple tickings] Where's it coming from?
- Colus: Ticks of time? From upstairs. From a special room upstairs.
- Leonora Edmond: It sounds like a million mad clocks.
- Colus: My Mr. Hobart tinkers with time, just as time has tinkered with Mr. Hobart.
- Colus: If you would listen to an old blind man, he would tell you to leave this house at once.
- Kasha Paine: Why?
- Colus: It is my house. You mistook me for a servant. There is so little difference between a host and a servant. Mr. Hobart has been my guest for almost a year. He stumbled upon my house in the dead of night, just as you did. He was in flight, just as you were. A blind man's house is a good hiding place.