Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.

I've noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It's like hanging out with a greyhound.

When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too.

I guess no matter what your family is like, you're not surprised.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

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.

I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)