228 Quotes by Audrey Niffenegger

He looks sad. Or maybe that’s just how he looks when he isn’t doing something else with his face.

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn’t go mad thinking about certain things.

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

Sometimes I am glad when Henry’s gone, but I am always glad when he come’s back.

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.

I’ve noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It’s like hanging out with a greyhound.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room.

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.

It’s hard to be the one who stays.