time-travel

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

All the best days start with a latte and a time trip.

My final thought, before falling into the golden haze of time travel, was that these adventures on medieval _shéanús had been the greatest days of any of my lives, past or future.

Try this." O'Grady smiled. "It's the only thing we drink. It'll warm your insides." "What is it?" Asked the ever cautious Waldo. "We call it the Forest Flaming Special. Go ahead-drink up." "Well, okay...." Waldo lifted the cup and nearly dropped it when saw his name printed clearly on the side. "We've been expecting you." Explained Fred, beginning to laugh.

I think the worst sort of time travel is how the clock speeds up when I'm on my break.

I had read once that dumb people didn't know they were dumb. They thought they were just as smart as anybody else. That was a very unsettling thought. What if I was really dumb and didn't know it?

What made you know so much about all of this?_ She didn__ try to come across as angry, just curious. __t__ called American High School. Don__ worry; I__ a pastor__ wife. I speak Pretentious Caddy Women fluently._ She looked up at me questioningly. I knew she didn__ understand my humor but I thought I was hilarious.

I suppose that someday, suddenly, I will be transferred to another age, for example the chivalric or the bronze. The hope is, of course, that I arrive in period dress but not resemble a contemporary luminary, for I wish to simply onlook. But, more probably, thanks to chronologically garbled garb, or my mistakable face__hich will lead to expectations of competence__ will have to explain my occurrence. That explained, I will have to explain my age, The Present, also known as "The Future" in the past. This is why I am studying our great inventions and advances: to be ready for questions.

Ach, lass. Nae matter what happens, I will find you. Even if I must travel through time to a thousand different places, I promise you, I will find you.

Snow is both our best friend and worst enemy. Best friend because it shows us in a concrete form the paths other have taken to get where they are. Worst enemy because it will tell such tales of us if we chance upon it. I find poetry in snow that cannot be resisted. In a way, it is the closest to time travel most civilians will ever manage.

He made time travel sound almost like hide-and-seek or capture the flag or some other spylike game--only with higher stakes and greater consequences.

If you do not move in synchronization with time, you will be left behind.

Among the many who fruitlessly attempted thoughout history to create a time machine, one individual actually succeeded. He was surprisingly not a human.

What happened next_ well, I'm going to blame it on the fact that I was scared. And I had just flown or fallen or something through about eighty years worth of Time. Or maybe it was the beans. I farted. I farted loud enough that it echoed around the small closet, bounced off all four walls and finally escaped through the open door. At least that's what it did in my mind's eye.

First of all, time travel per se does not exist. __ravel_ implies that you choose both your destination and when you come back. It__ more a __ime shot,_ a __ime through._ But it__ definitely not time travel.

History doesn't repeat itself, but it harmonizes, and what it usually makes is the devil's music.

It took a long moment, but Gerard finally raised his head and looked Jon in the eye. __t meant that I have not been honest with you, Jon Calder, and if you are to understand the danger you are in now, I must tell you everything, no matter if you believe me or not.

If you don't like the place where you find yourself, Waldemar, it pays to remember that you'll be somewhere else in just a moment. The place itself will be a different place.