Audrey Niffenegger Quotes

The choices we’re working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist...

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

The Garden Under Snow "Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write onclare who wa...

The space that I can call mine, that isn't full of Henry, is so small that my ideas have become smal...

Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion i...

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

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

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the...

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

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were m...

But I don't want to just believe it, I want it to be true.

I make books because I love them as objects; because I want to put the pictures and the words togeth...

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

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the hear...

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunli...

When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise. Clare has turned the second bedr...

I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sle...

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. T...

I love you always. Time is nothing.

Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go...

Why is love intensified by absence?

I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believe...

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old an...

Chicago has so much excellent architecture that they feel obliged to tear some of it down now and th...

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my ...

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

After my mom died she ate my father up completely. She would have hated it. Every minute of his life...

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play ...

The apartment is a laboratory in which we conduct experiments, perform research on each other. We di...

Time, let me vanish. Then what we separate by our very presence can come together.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that...

But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.

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

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

To world enough and time.

...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his han...

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be...

You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, fin...

That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any mo...

Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in...

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, th...

[Who are the artists you admire, Surrealist or otherwise?]Remedios Varo, Max Ernst, Charlotte Salomo...

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

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

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning th...

We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screen...

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I h...

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood t...

Martin said, "It feels as though part of my self has detached and gone to Amsterdam, where it—she—is...

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm b...

I fell asleep. But later that night I woke up. There was moonlight coming through the window, and sh...

When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a ...

Sister Carmelita says animals don't have souls""Of course animals have souls, where did she get that...

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

The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’v...

I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country r...

There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first i...

He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI...

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

Have you ever found your heart's desire and then lost it? I had seen myself, a portrait of myself as...

When I began writing The Night Bookmobile, it was a story about a woman's secret life as a reader. A...

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anythi...

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

Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go...

Our love has been the thread through thelabyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real...