“You're the inventor," Klaus answered, buttoning his coat. "But you can't invent things like time,”

“Guys like you would try to shag the button hole in a fur coat.”

“You can invent things like automatic popcorn poppers. You can invent things like steam-powered window washers. But you can’t invent more time.”

“I tell you I can't be bothered with things like that. I've got a soul above buttons.”

“An inventor is a man who asks 'Why?' of the universe and lets nothing stand between the answer and his mind.”

“His eyes darkened. "You're in pain, aren't you?" He touched her temple, and she leaned her head against his hand."Yes." The inside of her head felt stuffed full like an iron band slowly tightened around her brain."Still having bad dreams?""Nightmares." She put her palms flat to his chest and spoke to the buttons on his coat. "Always the same. A face looming over me. I can't breathe. I feel helpless. And frightened.""Hush, my heart." His fingertips nudged her chin up so that she looked into his face. "Hush."She leaned against him. "Why can't I remember?""It isn't time, yet." His hands landed on her shoulders.”