Karen Thompson Walker

“Of my grandfather's eighty-six years on the planet, he had lived two of them in Alaska...But those two years had expanded, sponge-like, in his memory, overtaking much of the rest. Whole decades had passed in California without producing a single worthy anecdote”

“Art thrives in times of uncertainty.”

“The only thing you have to do in this life is die," said Mrs. Pinsky..."everything else is a choice.”

“So much that seems harmless in daylight turns imposing in the dark. What else, you had to wonder, was only a trick of light?”

“I liked the idea, how the past could be preserved, fossilized, in the stars. I wanted to think that somewhere on the other end of time, a hundred light years from then, someone else, some distant future creature, might be looking back at a preserved image of me and my father at that very moment in my bedroom.”

“Even beauty, in abundance, turns creepy.”

“Months later, Michaela's mother would spread a star chart before us and explain to me that the slowing had shifted everyone's astrological signs. Fortunes had changed. Personalities had rearranged. The unlucky had turned lucky. The lucky had turned less so. Our fates, so long ago written in the stars, had been rewritten in a day.”

“I should have known by then that it's never the disasters you see coming that finally come to pass; it's the ones you don't expect at all.”

“Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.”

“It was that time of life: Talents were rising to the surface, weaknesses were beginning to show through, we were finding out what kinds of people we would be. Some would turn out beautiful, some funny, some shy. Some would be smart, others smarter. THe chubby ones would likely always be chubby. THe beloved, I sensed, would be beloved for life. And I worried that loneliness might work that way, too. Maybe loneliness was imprinted in my genes, lying dormant for years but now coming into full bloom.”

“For days afterward, a series of magical thoughts flew through my mind. For instance, it seemed somehow surprising that the hours continued to pass in spite of what I knew. It was almost shocking that time did not, in fact, stop.”

“What went on in that head of his? I would soon come to understand that he gave voice to only a fraction of the thoughts that swam behind his eyes. It was not nearly so clean and smooth in there as it seemed. Other lives were houses in that mind, parallel worlds. Maybe we're all built a little that way. But most of us drop hints. Most of us leave clues. My father was more careful.”

“We were, on that day, no different from the ancients, terrified of our own big sky.”

“I guess it never is what you worry over that comes to pass in the end. The real catastrophes are always different—unimagined, unprepared for, unknown.”

“Some say that love is the sweetest feeling, the purest form of joy, but that isn't right. It's not love--it's relief.”

“I kept quiet, but the knowledge gathered like a storm. I could see the future: My father wasn't coming back. And this one fact seemed to point to other facts and others still: Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end.”

“A man should enjoy things if he can; he should spend his final days in the sun. Mine will be spent by a reading lamp.”

“Pero entre los artefactos que probablemente no descubran nunca —entre los objetos que probablemente se desintegren mucho antes de que llegue nadie de ninguna parte— hay cierto fragmento de acera en una calle de California, donde una vez, en una tarde oscura de verano, casi un año después de iniciarse la ralentización, dos niños se arrodillaron sobre el suelo frío. Metimos los dedos en el cemento húmedo y escribimos la más sincera y sencilla de las verdades que conocíamos: nuestros nombres, la fecha y estas palabras: «Estuvimos aquí».”

“El daño estaba hecho, y habíamos llegado a pensar que estábamos extinguiéndonos. Pero tal vez el disco les informe de que seguimos adelante. Resistimos, incluso a pesar de que la mayoría de los expertos pronosticaron que nos quedaban solo unos cuantos años de vida. Continuamos contando historias y enamorándonos. Peleándonos y perdonando. Siguieron naciendo bebés. Conservamos la esperanza de que el mundo pudiera recuperarse.”

“Todavía me sorprende lo poco que sabíamos en realidad. Teníamos cohetes, satélites y nanotecnología. Teníamos brazos y manos robotizadas, robots para recorrer la superficie de Marte. Nuestros aviones no tripulados, dirigidos por control remoto, podían oír voces a cinco kilómetros de distancia. Podíamos fabricar piel artificial, clonar ovejas. Podíamos hacer que el corazón de un muerto bombeara sangre en el cuerpo de un desconocido. Estábamos dando grandes pasos en el dominio del amor y la tristeza: teníamos medicinas para despertar el deseo y para acallar el dolor. Llevábamos a cabo toda suerte de milagros: podíamos hacer que los ciegos vieran y que los sordos oyesen, y los médicos lograban extraer a diario a bebés del útero de mujeres infértiles. En la época de la ralentización, los investigadores de células madre estaban a punto de curar la parálisis: sin duda los inválidos habrían vuelto a andar.Y sin embargo lo desconocido todavía sobrepasaba a lo conocido. Nunca llegamos a determinar las causas de la ralentización. El motivo de nuestro sufrimiento continuó siendo un misterio.”

“A veces las historias más tristes son las que menos palabras requieren: no volví a saber nada de Seth Moreno.”

“El amor se deteriora, los humanos fracasan, las eras concluyen.”

“El sol había desarrollado una nueva y preocupante habilidad: nos había quemado a través de la ropa.”

“Los días naturales se habían alargado hasta las sesenta horas: casi dos días de oscuridad y luego dos días de luz.”

“A finales de noviembre los días llegaron a tener cuarenta horas.”

“Aquella mañana el ruido de los grillos era ensordecedor, el chirrido de tantos animales nuevos en la oscuridad —se habían multiplicado desde que empezó la ralentización—. Igual que los demás insectos. Ahora que había tan pocos pájaros medraban los organismos más pequeños. Cada vez había más arañas en nuestros techos. En los desagües del baño asomaban escarabajos. Tuvimos que suspender uno de los entrenamientos de fútbol cuando millones de mariquitas se posaron a la vez sobre el campo. Incluso la belleza en abundancia puede ser horripilante.”

“Hay quien dice que la ralentización nos afectó de mil maneras imperceptibles, desde la esperanza de vida de las bombillas hasta el tiempo que tardaba en fundirse el hielo y en hervir el agua o la tasa en que se multiplican y mueren las células humanas. Unos afirman que nuestro cuerpo envejecía más despacio en los días inmediatamente posteriores al inicio de la ralentización, que los muertos morían de muerte más lenta y que los bebés tardaban más en nacer. Hay algunas pruebas de que los ciclos menstruales se alargaron levemente en esas primeras dos semanas.”

“Estábamos viviendo bajo una nueva gravedad, tan imperceptible que casi no nos dimos cuenta, aunque nuestro cuerpo estaba sujeto a su dominio. Las semanas siguientes, mientras los días continuaban alargándose, los jugadores de fútbol americano comprobaron que el balón no volaba tan lejos como antes; los bateadores de béisbol resbalaban con más facilidad. Cada vez me costaba más esfuerzo enviar la pelota al otro lado del campo de una patada. Los pilotos acabaron por dejar de volar. Todo caía al suelo más deprisa.”

“Más adelante, pensé en aquellos primeros días como el momento en que aprendimos como especie que nos habíamos preocupado por las cosas equivocadas: el agujero de la capa de ozono, la desaparición de los casquetes polares, la gripe porcina y del Nilo, las abejas asesinas. Aunque supongo que lo que nos preocupa nunca es lo que acaba ocurriendo al final. Las verdaderas catástrofes siempre son diferentes, inimaginables, imprevistas y desconocidas.”

“But doesn't every precious era feel like fiction once it's gone? After a while, certain vestigial sayings are all that remain. Decades after the invention of the automobile, for instance, we continue to warn each other not to 'put the cart before the horse'. So, too, we do still have 'day'dreams and 'night'mares, and the early-morning clock hours are still known colloquially (if increasing mysteriously) as 'the crack of dawn'. Similarly, even as they grew apart, my parents never stopped calling each other 'sweetheart'.”

“How much sweeter life would be if it all happened in reverse, if, after decades of disappointments, you finally arrived at an age when you had conceded nothing, when everything was possible.”

“ . . . perhaps the reasons for a man to leave his life were too obvious for him to name.”

“My grandfather liked any story in which the unlikely turned out to be true.”

“I had grown into a worrier, a girl on constant guard for catastrophes large and small, for the disappointments I now sensed were hidden all around us right in plain sight.”

“With a little persuasion, any familiar thing can turn abnormal in the mind. Here’s a thought experiment. Consider this brutal bit of magic: A human grows a second human in a space inside her belly; she grows a second heart and a second brain, second eyes and second limbs, a complete set of second body parts as if for use as spares, and then, after almost a year, she expels that second screaming being out of her belly and into the world, alive. Bizarre, isn’t it?”

“It never is what you worry over that comes to pass in the end. The real catastrophes are always different — unimagined, unprepared for, unknown.”

“I've become a collector of stories about unlikely returns: the sudden reappearance of the long-lost son, the father found, the lovers reunited after forty years. Once in awhile, a letter does fall behind a post office desk and lie there for years before it's finally discovered and delivered to the rightful address. The seemingly brain-dead sometimes wake up and start talking. I'm always on the lookout for proof that what is done can sometimes be undone.”

“This was middle school, the age of miracles, the time when kids shot up three inches over the summer, when breasts bloomed from nothing, when voices dipped and dove. Our first flaws were emerging, but they were being corrected. Blurry vision could be fixed invisibly with the magic of the contact lens. Crooked teeth were pulled straight with braces. Spotty skin could be chemically cleared. Some girls were turning beautiful. A few boys were growing tall.”

“Later, I would come to think of those first days as the time when we learned as a species that we had worried over the wrong things: the hole in the ozone layer, the melting of the ice caps, West Nile and swine flu and killer bees. But I guess it never is what you worry over that comes to pass in the end. The real catastrophes are always different—unimagined, unprepared for, unknown.”

“Maybe loneliness was imprinted in my genes, lying dormant for years but now coming into full bloom.”

“Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end”

“It was a rough crossing, the one from childhood to the next life. And as with any other harsh journey, not everything survived.”

“And this one fact seemed to point to other facts and others still: Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end.”

“Doesn't every previous era feel like fiction once it's gone?”

“But the past is long, and the future is short.”

“Who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of regret?”

“Sometimes the saddest stories take the fewest words.”

“After the slowing, every action required a little more force than it used to. The physics had changed. Take, for example, the slightly increased drag of a hand on a knife or a finger on a trigger. From then on, we all had a little more time to decide what not to do. And who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of a regret? But the new gravity was not enough to overcome the pull of certain other forces, more powerful, less known--no law of physics can account for desire.”

“I knew everything about the back of that head - the swirl of his hair, the curve of his ear, the straight, sharp line of his jaw. I liked the way he smelled like soap even late in the afternoon.”

“From then on, we all had a little more time to decide what not to do. And who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of regret?”