Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.
Audrey NiffeneggerSometimes a thing isโtoo muchโand it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes isโemotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry
Audrey NiffeneggerIโm curious about things that people arenโt supposed to seeโso, for example, I liked going to the British Museum, but I would like it better if I could go into all the offices and storage rooms, I want to look in all the drawers andโdiscover stuff. And I want to know about people. I mean, I know itโs probably kind of rude but I want to know why you have all these boxes and whatโs in them and why all your windows are papered over and how long itโs been that way and how do you feel when you wash things and why donโt you do something about it?
Audrey NiffeneggerThatโs the thing about living vicariously; itโs so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes weโll be worrying about names for the children.
Audrey NiffeneggerEach spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.
Audrey Niffenegger