I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again.

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

I still feel like a castaway, th elast of a once numerous species. It was as though Robinson Crusoe discovered the telltale footprint on the beach and then realized that it was his own. Myself, small as a leaf, thin as water, begins to cry.

In the dim light of the computer screen he seemed otherworldly; Julia thought him beautiful, though she knew it was the beauty of damage.

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