Large animals, John thought, move more slowly than mice and wasps. Perhaps he was secretly a giant. - Sten Nadolny

He didn't want to learn another thing. Motionless, he constantly stared at the same spot, unseeing. He breathed as if the air were loam. ...he no longer wanted to be quick. ...he wanted to slow down until he died. ...Outside the passage of time... until they'd think him dead. ...The alterations of day and night would finally become just a flickering... John sucked in the air and held his breath. ...everything would be as it had been before his birth. He would have never been.

Now everything would be different; a little today, all of it tomorrow.

When people talk too fast the content becomes as superfluous as the speed.