Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. June 13, 1963
Birthday: June 13
Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
source: Audrey Niffenegger (2014). “The Time Traveler's Wife”, p.15, Simon and Schuster
topic: Men, Glasses, Long Ago, Standing On The Edge, Wait For Him, Scanning