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

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

What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.

When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days.

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.