Why is love intensified by absence?

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

How does it feel? I feels exactly like one of those dreams in which you suddenly realize that you have to take a test you haven't studied for and you aren't wearing any clothes. And you've left your wallet at home. When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true.

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

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

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

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.