“Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.”

“Everyone always noticed Ashley. She was like a flashing neon sign for anyone with an ounce of testosterone.”

“[T]here is no greater sign of innate misery than a love of teasing.”

“That’s the thing, though. You always think you want to be noticed. Until you are.”

“That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.”

“One world and then another, running like a chain. One world treading on the heels of another world that plodded just ahead. One world’s tomorrow, another world’s today. And yesterday is tomorrow, and tomorrow is the past.
Except, there wasn’t any past. No past, that was, except the figment of remembrance that flitted like a night-winged thing in the shadow of one’s mind. No past that one could reach. No pictures painted on the wall of time. No film that one could run backwards and see what-once-had-been…
One road was open, but another road was closed. Not closed, of course, for it had never been. For there wasn’t any past, there never had been any, there wasn’t room for one. Where there should have been a past there was another world.”

“I’d done the right thing. I always did. It just would have been nice if someone had noticed.”

“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”

“[T]ime is much more elastic than our intuition of this rigid passage... The time interval between one point and another... depends on where you are.”

“Once he had been so formidable that he was surrounded by enemies. Now even his enemies has lost interest in him. What clearer sign of failure could you find than that?”