Time doesn't flow if you don't dream

[Shah Quli, Turquia, séc. XVI]

After making a few passes over the offending spot with the burnishing shell using different motions, he returned to his former pattern, moving his hand back and forth as he stared out of the window into the distance, losing himself in daydreams. I shall never forget how before looking outside again, he briefly gazed into my eyes - as I would later do to others. This dolorous look has only one meaning, which all apprentices know quite well: Time doesn't flow if you don't dream.

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
(original: Benim Adım Kırmızı. Tradução de Erdağ M. Göknar)