Audrey Niffenegger Quotes

When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

Clare is silent. Her pragmatism and her romantic feelings about Jesus and Mary are, at thirteen, almost equally balanced. A year ago she would have said God without hesitation. In ten years she will v...

About Author

Audrey Niffenegger (born June 13, 1963) is an American writer, artist, and academic. Her debut novel, The Time Traveler's Wife, published in 2003, was a bestseller.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever...

When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.

It's hard being left behind...It's hard to be the one who stays...Why is love intensified by absence?

Time is priceless, but it’s Free. You can't own it, you can use it. You can spend it. But you can't keep it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.

The cure might be worse than the problem

She's going to break my heart and I'm going to let her.

She talked back, but he didn't understand her raven language of harsh caws and soft croaks.

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 secreti...

He had never realised, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.

We're squirrels in human form, she whispered. And so are you.

Mama said, Dreams are different to real life but important too.

I don't know about you, but I'm kind of fed up with realism. After all, there's enough reality already; why make more of it? Why not leave realism for the memoirs of drug addicts, the histories of sal...

There's always world enough and time.

I hear a muffled sniffling noise and glancing at Claire I am astonished to see that tears are streaming across her face toward her ears. I sit up and lean over her... I smooth her hair, and pull her i...

I 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 s...

I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

I was thinking; it’s very peaceful, here with you. It’s nice to just lie here and know that the future is sort of taken care of. Henry?