“Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.”
“Remembering backward is the easy thing. If you could remember forward, you could save yourself...”
“You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.”
“I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.”
“There's no backward and no forward, no day other than this. You fill your cart as you go, and that's that.”
“There was too much of a sameness about the evening’s delights. He had been the same route too many times. He’d been there before, so double-damned often, and however you traveled—backward, forward, or walking on your hands—you always got to the same place. You got nowhere, in other words, and each trip took a little more out of you.”