Quotes from Connie Willis

Nothing can save you, not youth or beauty or wealth, not intelligence or power or courage. You are all alone, in the middle of the ocean, with the lights going out.

Kneeling on St. Mary's stone floor she had envisioned the candles and the cold, but not Lady Imeyne, waiting for Roche to make a mistake in the mass, not Eliwys or Gawyn or Rosemund. Not Father Roche, with his cutthroat's face and worn-out hose. She could never in a hundred years, in seven hundred and thirty-four years, have imagined Agnes, with her puppy and her naughty tantrums, and her infected knee. I'm glad I came, she thought. In spite of everything.

There are some things one is born to wear, and I had obviously been fated to wear this hat.

Time is the fire in which we burn. —Delmore Schwartz

Sorry, he apologized. I didn't mean to inflict my rantings on you, even though we are destined to spend the rest of our lives together. I don't suppose you fave any thought to where we should be married while I was in with that lot of fools, did you? Yes, she said. I decided we shouldn't, that wartime attachments are a bad idea. Particularly if you're going to be lassoing flying bombs.

There was a crack of thunder so loud I was convinced I'd been struck by lightning for lying.

Terence's idea of roughing it consisted of pork pie, veal pie, cold roast beef, a ham, pickles, pickled eggs, pickled beets, cheese, bread and butter, ginger beer and a bottle of port. It was possibly the best meal I had ever had in my life.

Don't come all the way across town. There's a Metro station right outside of Arlington. I'll meet you there, all right?

We weren't even a halfway decent detectin' team. We hadn't solved the case. The case had been solved in spite of us. Worse, we had been such an impediment, we'd had to be packed off out of the way before the course of history could correct itself. This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but an elopement.

It cannot rain but it pours." —JONATHAN SWIFT Oh

Because Dunworthy is not blinking against the fatal sunlight of the last morning, but into the gloom of that first afternoon, looking in the great west doors of St. Paul's at what is, like Langby, like all of it, every moment, in us, saved forever.

How much of an effect on history can an animal have? A big one. Look at Alexander the Great's horse Bucephalus, and "the little gentleman in the black fur coat" who'd killed King William the Third when his horse stepped in the mole's front door. And Richard the Third standing on the field at Bosworth and shouting, "My kingdom for a horse!

And Lady Jane Grey was seventeen when she was beheaded," Mr. Dunworthy said

maybe I should join It's Only Brunch. It's like JustDinner, but with mimosas.

None of the things one frets about ever happen. Something one's never thought of does.

That was the most difficult thing about time travel, remembering where and when one was. She'd forgotten she wasn't still a servant and called Linna "ma'am" twice

She watched him a while longer and then shut her eyes again. And even though she knew her hand was tucked beneath her cheek and he was on the far side of the room, the instant she closed her eyes he was there beside her again, his hands crossed on his chest and her hand held tightly under them, pressed safely against his heart. Who

io sui ici en liu dami amo' ('I am here in place of a friend love')

Their thoughts flowed together in an incoherent torrent of relief and joy and delight, colliding, crashing, looping in a cascade of longing and explanations and desire as overwhelming, as drenching as the deluge of voices had been, but wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and she was going under, she was going to drown.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy, lie further off." —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer Night's Dream The

Belki bizim zaman?m?z?n sorunu da budur Bay Dunworthy. Kurucular? Maisry, piskoposun elçisi ve Sir Bloet ne de olsa. Roche gibi kal?p yard?m etmeye çal??an bütün insanlar vebaya yakalan?p öldüler.

what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.

She was afraid she'd have no hope at all of recognizing the drop without the wagon and boxes there. She would have to get Gawyn to show it to her

Which one's in the main theater? I don't know. I just work here part-time to pay for my organic breathing lessons. Do you have any dice? I asked, and then realized I was going about this all wrong. This was quantum theory not Newtonian. It didn't matter which theater I chose or which seat I sat down in. This was a delayed-choice experiment and David was already in flight.