I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. Audrey Niffenegger More Quotes by Audrey Niffenegger More Quotes From Audrey Niffenegger You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair. Audrey Niffenegger losing hair facts I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson. Audrey Niffenegger knitting bored taken Sometimes a thing is—too much—and it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes is—emotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry Audrey Niffenegger too-much emotion sometimes 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. Audrey Niffenegger cry water beach Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress. Audrey Niffenegger laughter spring fall Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger. Audrey Niffenegger pirate forget ideas He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI kuh - it became an entry in a dictionary of loneliness. Audrey Niffenegger loneliness names sound I am suddenly comsumed 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 Niffenegger girl reading home ...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath. Audrey Niffenegger beats heart add I wish for a moment that time would lift me out of this day, and into some more benign one. But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say "I'm sorry" until it is as meaningless air. Audrey Niffenegger sadness sorry air In the dim light of the computer screen he seemed otherworldly; Julia thought him beautiful, though she knew it was the beauty of damage. Audrey Niffenegger damage light beautiful It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me. Audrey Niffenegger repeats married asks Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead? Audrey Niffenegger fancy When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days. Audrey Niffenegger different over-you feelings ...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him - Clare Audrey Niffenegger rain hands needs 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 Niffenegger long-ago glasses men Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude. Audrey Niffenegger solitude names mind Have you ever found your heart's desire and then lost it? I had seen myself, a portrait of myself as a reader. My childhood: days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew, forbidden books read secretively late at night. Teenage years reading -trying to read- books I'd heard were important, Naked Lunch, and The Fountainhead, Ulysses and Women in Love... It was as though I had dreamt the perfect lover, who vanished as I woke, leaving me pining and surly. Audrey Niffenegger teenage reading book 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 Niffenegger distance girl reading absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird Audrey Niffenegger nerves dark bird
