“Viviré en París y no comeré nada que no sea chocolate;además fumaré puros, me inyectaré heroína y solo escucharé a Jimi Hendrix y The Doors.”

“No sé cómo reaccionar, porque estoy enamorada de un hombre que está delante de mí y sin embargo él no guarda ningún recuerdo de mi persona. En lo que a él respecta, todo se ubica en el futuro. Me entran ganas de reír por lo extraño de la situación. Todo lo que sé de Henry desde hace años me desborda, mientras el me mira perplejo y temeroso".”

“Los halagos no significan nada para ella, no cree en ellos.Solo las críticas arrancan un rubor a sus mejillas y atraen su atención. Si yo le dijera algo despectivo, ella siempre lo recordaría.”

“Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea and women wait for them, standing on the edge of the water, standing in the horizon for the tiny ship.”

“Jessica put out her hand and braced herself against the door jamb. She experienced one of those rare moments when understanding of the world alters and a previously impossible thing is admitted, if not understood.”

“The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare’s face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting there knitting or something. I’ve discovered that Clare likes to be alone. But when I return from time traveling she is always relieved to see me.”

“Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?”