When the time travel is eventually doable technologically,yesterday was dead a man who is going to be born tomorrow.

Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine.

What is more precious: a thousand answers derived from one question? Or, one answer…from a thousand questions?

My first clue time travel could be possible was in the barber's chair the day before my girlfriend's funeral.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...

I know." He leaned back, looking into her eyes. "But I'm not going anywhere, Jenny. I'll fight to stay with you.

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.

Yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?"He stared at me, baffled. "Why the fuck would you do that?

I have no hankerin’ for thrills if needs be sought in the heavens. I shall keep my feet firmly planted in contentment.

I am married but I've yet to meet my wife, and she is dead. Such is the life of a time-traveler... complicated, that is.