We are walking down the street holding hands. There is a playground at the end of the block, and I run to the swings and I climb on and Henry takes the one next to me facing the opposite direction. And we swing higher and higher passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast that it seems we are going to collide. And we laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost or dead or far away. Right now we are here and nothing can mar our perfection or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
Audrey NiffeneggerWhat we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.
Audrey NiffeneggerI never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.
Audrey NiffeneggerHome sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.
Audrey NiffeneggerEach spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.
Audrey Niffenegger