"Warming to the question of what it means to read a poem backward…."

— Essayist in a New Yorker  weblog on July 11, 2013

“Death itself would start working backwards.”

— Aslan in The Chronicles of Narnia , 1950

"I twisted my mind like a bright ribbon, folded it, 
and tied the crazy Christmas knots I love so well."
— Roger Zelazny, A Rose for Ecclesiastes , 1963

"All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."
— T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets , 1942

See also some context for these quotations.