There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy. — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“Here all of nature was captured, labeled, arranged according to a logic that seemed as timeless as if ordered by God, perhaps… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“. . .Tell me, Clare: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry Henry?' Everything in the room… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“When I am dead, stop waiting and be free. Of me — put me deep inside you and then go out in… — 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
