Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
Audrey Niffeneggerโฆshe smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy
Audrey NiffeneggerI'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.
Audrey NiffeneggerI think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.
Audrey Niffenegger