Time Portal

Through into a little room whose narrow window showed the blue day-lit sky—a room with not much in it but a bed, a carved stool, and a boy of his own age, dressed in the kind of dress you see in the pictures of the little sons of Charles the First.

But the main point I desire to make is that this neutralization was to be effected by a combination of the ordinary wave impluse with the Callieri Cool Wave. The combination, you understand. It had never been tried on a large scale—it was a virgin experiment.

So the professor was given a free hand, and went below. It was past nine o’clock.

I remained on the bridge enjoying a cigar with the officer of the deck, and chatting over a coming boar hunt we were to have south of the canal during the coming weekend. we had been talking for perhaps ten minutes in the darkness of the bridge, with the black satin of the Caribbean spreading out ahead and about the ship, and the diamond stars projecting just above our heads as though ready for any plucking hand, when suddenly we found ourselves half blinded by a dazzling light in the west.

It’s another form of the space-time field that I use in the Egg to bridge the gap between the coils of time.

—are the same piece!

It’s just like this picture . . . of a time machine!

What a mad idea . . . thinking I could bring people from the past with this machine!

Isn’t it obvious? The war did happen. You never did go back with your warning.

Spock! You’re reverting into your ancestors, five thousand years before you were born!

He didn’t tell you that we do time research here? That you’re going to travel back in time to 1871?

He put on a special space-suit, went out through the air-lock, and pulled the fin into shape.

You shot it. What a bunch of dumb sons of bitches. You shot it—a machine, you butt-heads!

Kyle: [to Sarah at the Tech-Noir Club] Come with me if you want to live.

Now that sounds like we’re dealing with a time-space warp.

A grand grimore? Here? Now?

For one thing, paradoxes can occur. Say you build a time machine, go backwards in time and murder your father when he was ten years old. That means you were never born. And if you were never born, how did you build the time machine? Paradox! It's the possibility of wiping out your own existence that makes most people rule out time-travel. Still, why not? If you were careful, you could do it.

The T-800: [to Sarah at the Pescadero State Hospital] Come with me if you want to live.

He had made three training jumps, two hundred years, then four hundred, then six hundred, and he thought he knew what to expect, that sickening sense of breathlessness, of dizziness, of having crashed into the side of a mountain at full tilt; but everyone had warned him that even the impact of a six-C jump was nothing at all compared with the zap of a really big one, and everyone had been right.

Non siamo più a Kilmore Cove.

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“We’re not in Kilmore Cove anymore,” he said aloud.

Molly, that’s totally crazy. You can’t stop yourself from existing because you do exist, you have to exist.

Dr. Tom: Ultimately, Erica, you just have to decide. You have to choose how are you going to be. I mean, you could spend the rest of your life caught up, in that fear. Okay. Or, you could face it. Take the leap. See what comes. Your ice cream’s melting.

Dr. Tom: Do you think that it’s appropriate to address one of your life regrets through plagiarism?

Erica: Leave my brother alone. Don't mess with the babysitter.

Dr. Tom: It’s 1974
Erica: ’74? But how can that be? I'm not born until ’76.

Erica: I should have gone to her the next day and talked it through.

Erica: Our friendship, it’s still there. And I know that I’ll find my way back to it, but I need some time.
Ethan: What do I do?
Erica: Nothing. You just have to wait for me to be ready.

Erica: If I could go back, I would not kiss Ethan.

I’m giving you one special power: shape-shifting. . . . You know, like Odo on Deep Space Nine.

Dr. Tom: What have you done?
Erica: I . . . I didn’t have a choice.
Dr. Tom: Really?
Erica: Okay, fine. I did have a choice.

I don't want to talk to you about time travel or therapy or anything.

Jude: [holding baby] You know I can’t stand these things, right?

Erica: My dream is to write fiction, and that will happen someday. I am not letting that go.

Erica: [with Kai at her side][/actor]

There is no shame in not knowing; the shame lies in not finding out.

You were expecting robots, flying cars, everybody in silver jump suits?

Dr. Tom: I think it might be time to rip away the safety net. Erica, today you’re gonna solve your problems like the other six billion souls on this planet: all on your own.

It’s amazing, you know? You stand beneath a car: There’s always so much more going on underneath than you’re aware of.

Dr. Tom: Why am I having the same fight with Erica that I used to have with my daughter?

Erica: If I woulda stayed, I woulda been rich in my twenties. I . . . I mean I could have paid off all my student loans, and I never would have needed to work at that stupid call center. I would have had the time and the means to dedicate to my writing, and my life—it would have been completely different.

It’s not complicated. You can’t stay in this hallway forever—you have to choose.

Erica: I feel ready to start phase two.

What do you do when a piece of your life is suddenly missing? We know we’re supposed to move on, but how?

Dr. Tom: And this time?
Erica: I’ll spend every second with Leo. No Trent, no distractions.
Dr. Tom: I wouldn’t count on it.

Kai: In a few weeks, I come back to 2010 on another regret, and while I’m here, we sleep together.

Adam: I would walk away from Sean instead of hitting him, and that would change everything, Dr. Tom—and I know that’s not how this works.
Dr. Tom: Why don’t you let me worry about how this works.

Friendship . . . two people choose each other through some mysterious mix of alchemy and circumstance. On the surface, the reason for our choice seems obvious: They share our interests, they make us laugh—but isn’t there more to it than that? And do we ever really stop and wonder why this person and not another?

Erica: Can I change this? I mean, can I avoid sleeping with him ’cause Kai said it was gonna happen—which means it’s already happened for him, which means . . .
Darryl: . . . you have to go through with it to avoid creating a paradox.

Because using information that you have gleaned from a trip to the past to try to fix your life in the present contravenes the rules.

Like twin phoenixes, we rise from the ashes—right?

Look at me. You went back there and you faced what happened, and now you have to face how it made you feel. And that’s how you break the pattern.

Sent you back? No, Miss Strange, you don’t understand. You’ve been in a coma for two weeks.

I'm so sorry—I . . . I . . . I didn’t mean to dredge up the Ghosts of Christmas Past.

(Imagine our relief to learn of Waterloo.)

When joined as a whole, the Devil’s Stone was rumored to perform many miracles: strike people dead in an instant, turn lead into gold, even open portals in time.

This girl is an absolute megolithic throwback.

Annie: Are you ready to leave?
Stephen: Yes.
Annie: How long will it take?
Stephen: I don’t know: seconds, decades, an eternity.
Annie: An eternity? For a few moments together?
Stephen: Yes.

Erica: So what do I do? Do I just go out there, hand him the card, and ask him how he’s handling the divorce?

Erica: It’s not that I’m not happy doing what I’m doing—I mean, I love my work. It’s just sometimes I wonder if I shoulda tried harder to be a writer.

Erica: My mother is my patient?!

I was tracing a design that was etched into the wall, and it started glowing and humming. And then my whole body was being stretched and pulled, like I was a giant rubber band. And there was a sound that vibrated through my skin and into my stomach, which is probably what made me want to puke—er, vomit.

. . . dragging space-time with it like a swirl of chocolate being stirred into a bowl of cream.

I am slightly lost in space and time right now and need to get home in order to make sure my children get milk for their breakfast.

It’s 1814: They’ve never seen fashion styles like ours before.

Buster: What’s the square root of 49? [Buster thinks] I don’t know. I don’t know! . . . I’m baaaaack!

This freak made a mess of our garage.

Sir: [pointing at a billborad of the Space Shuttle] That is why we leapt into the future. We fly that back to the armada and show them where this planet is.

“Do you have a time machine,” he’d asked his father. It was hard to fathom, unbelievable even as he’d said it, but the idea fascinated him with little-boy wonder.

Grace: [to Dani and Diego at the car assembly plant] Come with me or you’re dead in the next 30 seconds.

The notepaper was faded with age, and although I’d never seen it before, I knew he’d hidden it there the night I met him again, so many, many years before.

You know that pizza app you’re working on to reduce delivery times? You designed it too well.

Equally in the grip of dread and amazement, David Thorne began to awaken to a previously unthought-of truth, the ramifications of which were devastating and numberless.

Some days it’s hard to believe that there’s not something wrong with the lettuce.

Appears to be a standard sequence violation. Branches growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified.

This is your moment, Billie. Coming up right now. Save the worlds, Billie. Change everything. You can do it.

“Twentieth century,” said Davos, and I whistled, long, and low, and falling. “Special assignment,” he said, and I whistled again. I’d never heard of anyone going that far back.

Mustafa Kemal 16 Mayıs günü o gemiye sağ salim binemezse Kurtsuluşı Savaşı başlamayacak. Cumhuriyet kurulmayacak. Türkiye diye bir ülke olmayacak.

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If Mustafa Kamal doesn’t board that ship on May the 16^th, the War of Independence won’t begin, the Republic won’t be founded, and Turkey will never come to be!

Young Adam: I mean if this is happening to me, that means that it already happened to you—right?—unless it works more like a multiverse where each ripple creates an alternate timeline—
Middle-Age Adam: It isn’t a multiverse! My god, we watch too many movies.

Your time portals are not big enough for any of the really exciting monsters.

You’re listening to the soothing sounds of Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians . . .

I know me being here wasn’t . . . ideal . . . , and potentially reality-threatening, but meeting all of you has been one of the greatest experiences of my life.

My thesis dared to posit that cause and effect is malleable, right? Which therefore makes time, as we know it, totally changable and fluid.

Dad was right. It is just a pile of stones with a gift shop.

I’m not cut out to be a time traveling bandit.