time-travel

Time travel? I believe there are people regularly travelling back from the future and interfering with our lives on a daily basis. The evidence is all around us. I__ talking about how every time we make an insurance claim we discover that somehow mysteriously the exact thing we__e claiming for is now precisely excluded from our policy.

Do not go where you don__ belong. I scoffed. That sounded like an invitation if I ever heard one.

Madison, or __addie,_ as she preferred, wondered what could be at the end of that road.

At the sensory level I am the divine receiving station...a two-legged, trembling-tissue, Jodrell Bank radar telescope, dancing, grumbling, sniffling Geiger counter""But there's an added feature. Each generation, I...return. Each time carried onstage, blinking, puking, bawling, bewildered by the bizarre novelty of each new drama, untutored in the language of the new script (did she say her name was Mommie?)

The sun was already long past the spire when Garrick purchased a mug of coffee from his regular man on the tip of Oxford Street. But his palate had been educated by 21st century coffee, and he judged this mug as bilge water not fit for the Irish.

If the future changed, and the time traveler we're talking about was from that future, and was the product of events that created that future, why wouldn't the time traveler also change when those events changed?

Is it possible to find your future in the past?

Coming from where we do, it__ a rough adjustment__iving here._ He put a hesitant hand on her shoulder, his calluses scratching against the fabric of her dress. __t__ true what they say about life in the dark ages, you know: nasty, brutish, and short. You and I once took it for granted we would die as old people in our beds, but we have no such assurance now. I__l help you how I can, Isabella; but I can__ guarantee that either of us will live even to see tomorrow. Life is worth fighting for, young lady. But don__ feel it is something you__e owed.

I had not, I said to myself, come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation.

Working with heart, then enjoy our time.

If one can travel through time, fate needn't be absolute.

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

But I love him. You know it. You can't ask me to just sit back and let Paul do this. If he succeeds I won't even remember having met Jesse." "Right," my dad said reasonably. "So it won't hurt." "It will," I insisted, "It will hurt, Dad. Because deep down I'll know. I'll know there was someone_ someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that, Dad, huh? What kind of life is that?

Never rely upon a time machine to fix your problems, as everyone knows, they're much too faulty.

In reality, time doesn't pass; we pass. Time itself is invariant. It just is. Therefore, past and future aren't separate locations, the way New York and Paris are separate locations. And since the past isn't a location, you can't travel to it.

I looked up and beyond him again, focusing in on the horror that swords, arrows, clubs, and staffs left behind on human flesh. The open wounds. The blood, The brokenness. The inglorious remains of war.

Have you ever heard of the theory of relativity?"Artemis blinked. "Is this a joke? I have traveled through time, Doctor. I think I know a little something about relativity.

To enter the past is like poking a baseball bat into a spiderweb: it can't be done subtly or delicately.