I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books. — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second:… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“When I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.” — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“Sister Carmelita says animals don't have souls" "Of course animals have souls, where did she get that idea?" "She said the Pope says." "The… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
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… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
He said something interesting: he said that he thinks there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. He says… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
What are you doing?" Nothing. Breaking and entering. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“It seems like we're going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
![“I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is…” quote by Audrey Niffenegger](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/c71/audrey-niffenegger-1298_afternoon_i-sleep-all-day-noises-flit-around-the-h_763427.jpg)
