We didn't think the library was funny looking in it's faux- Greek splendor, nor did we find the cuisine limited or bland, or the movies at the Michigan theater relentlessly American and mindless. These were opinions I came to later, after I became a denizen of a City, an expatriate anxious to distance herself from the bumpkin ways of her youth. I am suddenly consumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
Audrey NiffeneggerNow I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.
Audrey NiffeneggerI look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
Audrey NiffeneggerThe hardest lesson is Clareโs solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; Iโve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clareโs face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting there knitting or something. Iโve discovered that Clare likes to be alone. But when I return from time traveling she is always relieved to see me.
Audrey NiffeneggerI sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.
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