Audrey Niffenegger Quotes

When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days.

My family isn't posh; they're musicians.

The cure might be worse than the problem

When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.

I feel that I an everything to her.

absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird

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

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.

I guess no matter what your family is like, you're not surprised.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.

CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.

My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.

It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.

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.

I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved

I don't want to boss anyone and I don't want to be bossed.

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

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

And Clare, always Clare.

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes we’ll be worrying about names for the children.

There's always world enough and time.

You're the oddest person I've ever met, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.

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

My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.

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

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.

I sometimes end up in dangerous situations, and I come back to you broken and messed up, and you worry about me when I'm gone. It's like marrying a policeman.

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?

In the dim light of the computer screen he seemed otherworldly; Julia thought him beautiful, though she knew it was the beauty of damage.

Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.

What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.

But you make me happy. It's living up to being happy that's the difficult part.

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

To world enough and time.

. . .Tell me, Clare: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry H

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

It's terrific, Clare, " Henry says, and we stare at each other, and I think, "Don't leave me.

Knowing the future is different from being told what I like.

That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they do, but it's not a kind of sense anyone else can understand.

Our love has been the thread through thelabyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.

You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.

When we were that young we invented the world, no one could tell us a thing.

We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.