Long Life

Lord, it is an Ambassador from Witchland and his train. He craveth present audience."

“We are here only as onlookers,” the Wanderer explained sadly, “and can have no material existence here. We can not enter this plane, for there is no gateway. Would that there were.”

We must make him young again—what a chance to try out the full cell-cycle!

Physically, I am thirty-three years of age. But, counting years of terrestrial chronology, I am three hundred and eighteen years old.

“They are not dead,” he averred; “within half an hour of your time they will be returned, unaware of what has taken place. They must wait for Time to catch up with them!”

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

The Palace of Immortality was built in an eddy of time, the only known Reverse, or Immortality, Drift in the Earth Time Stream

It is the same in all we do. Our houses grow new and we dismantle them and stow the materials inconspicuously away, in mine and quarry, forest and field. Our clothes grow new and we put them off. And we grow new and forget and blindly seek a mother.

When Ernst materialized again, he found himself in familiar surroundings! He realized it was his own town, but there was something different . . .

Now, the elements that sustain the life of the redwoods, will act upon me!

Man I’d give anything to be free! Anything!!

[. . .] all I have to do is remain under the electromagnetic rays for 24 hours . . . and I shall live as long as the redwood trees!

This bark is from a redwood that’s stood for five thousand years! But no matter what tests I subject it to, I’m unable to unearth its longevity factor!

Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mr. Flint—they appear to have been recently painted.

The Mediterranean floor lay ten thousand feet below sea level. The inflow took most of that drop within a fifty-mile strait. Its volume amounted to ten thousand cubic miles a year, a hundred Victoria Falls or a thousand Niagaras.

And the interview was a great success. The old master used the hundred or so questions as takeoff points for truly masterful illuminations. It really was the archeological-historical coup of the century.

We had almost given up hope. We were afraid maybe the whole Federation had been attacked.

I’m from the future and the past and other temporalities that you can’t comprehend. But all you need to know is that yiou must not write this Hemingway story. If you do, I or someone like me will have to kill you.

This is the part where I’m transported through time and everything goes back to the way it was, like I’d never become Santa at all.

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.

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.

Proctor: You’re lucky, Nick. You have skills that we want, so we’re giving you a choice: You can take your chances with judgement, or . . . [fishes undeader gun from a drawer and places it on the desk]/actor] you can join the R.I.P.D.

The cape was in the trunk. When I put it on . . . It’s hard to explain, but it was as though I had been transported to another time and place.

Tell me something I can hold onto forever and never let go.

But as time goes by, at birthdays or other annual markers, people begin to notice you aren’t getting any older.

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.

Science fiction. She thought the journal was filled with tales, like her Doctor Who or Heather’s Star Trek shows.

As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race. I did find something else: the date it happens. . . . The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.

You are the place I return to, in between times. My fulcrum, the point at my center, around which all of me turns. You are my chance at stillness. The rock in my water. I know you.

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.

Hazel to Five: If you want to live, come with me.”

“Cora is on earth again in this twenty-first century,” Samuel said. “You must make sure she fulfills her true destiny in this life.”

I don't understand this power, but I will.

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

The Ancient One: Her death is an Absolute Point in time.
Dr. Strange: Absolute?
A.O.: Unchangable. Unmovable. Without her death, you would never have defeated Dormamu and become the Sorcerer Supreme—and the guardian of the Eye of Agamotto. If you erase her death, you never start your journey.

Time? Of course, that’s how he did it. This is not another reality—this is our reality. He went back in time and changed the present.

Well, someone killed our mothers, so we shouldn’t exist, but clearly we do exist, and the universe can’t handle it, which is a problem.