It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.

...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him - Clare

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

Running is many things to me: survival, calmness, euphoria, solitude. It is proof of my corporeal existence, my ability to control my movement through space if not time, and the obedience, however temporary, of my body to my will. As I run I displace air, and things come and go around me, and the path moves like a filmstrip beneath my feet.

Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger.