Quotes from Audrey Niffenegger

What are you doing?" Nothing. Breaking and entering. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?

He looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

Mama said, "Dreams are different to real life but important too."

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

It's dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Why is love intensified by absence?

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

I've noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It's like hanging out with a greyhound.

There's always world enough and time.

Love you..." Henry-" Always..." Oh God oh God-" World enough..." No!" And time..." Henry!

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it's a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.