The passage of time is relative to which side of the bathroom door you are.

I had a sneaking suspicion that time was not constant, but I guess I could never prove it. I suppose it didn’t really matter. I even had a theory that time didn’t go in straight line at all. I knew I was no Albert Einstein, but I had the sneaking suspicion that everything had happened, was happening, or would happen was really happening all the time. There was no past, present, and future. Everything was going on all at once and forever. If that was true, then each moment was eternity.

Time is an illusion.

time is not the stable moving-staircase that prosemen have for centuries pretended it to be, but an unaccountable wibble-wobble

There are four categories of questions Emmily asks:
1. Can I please go to the bathroom?
2. Where is the bathroom?
3. Is it okay if I raise my hand and ask a question?
4. I don't understand anything you've said in the last thirty minutes. Could you explain it again? Also the last six weeks.

You're in this little sphere, it's really cold, and you really have to use the bathroom. But you have to put all that aside and do your job.