True Histories

The Planck-Bohr quantum theory that the energy of a body cannot vary continuously, but only by a certain finite amount, or exact multiples of this amount, had been the key that unlocked the door.

Because I built a time machine for myself a couple of years ago and went back to the Mesozoic Era and found out what happened to the dinosaurs.

Gee, maybe people in the past won’t be scared of me.

Motor trouble! Must go down! According to my reckoning I must be close to my ancestral home in West Croyden . . .

For though I do not know your real identity . . . I, Cleopatra, have lost my heart to you!

I will send Gorgo back into is own era in the stream of time. Here he is an anachronism . . . In his own time, he would be in harmony withhis surroundings!

There’s a project. A U.S. government project I guess you’d have to call it. Secret, naturally; as what isn’t in government these days? In my opinion, and that of a handful of others, it’s more important than all the nuclear, space-exploration, satellite, and rocket programs put together, though a hell of a lot smaller. I tell you right off that I can’t even hint what the project is about. And believe me, you’d never guess.

Zresztą Bosch nie powstrzymał się od niedyskrecji. W „Ogrodzie uciech ziemskich,” w „piekle muzycznym” (prawe skrzydło tryptyku) stoi w samym środku dwunastoosobowy chronobus. I co miałem z tym robić?

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Even so, Bosch couldn’t refrain from certain indiscretions. In the “Garden of Earthly Delights,” in the very center of the “Musical Hell” (the right wing of the triptych), stands a twelve-seat chronobus. Not a thing I could do about it.

They’re back there in the past, trampling around, changing things, aren’t they? They don’t know it. They’re just living their happy lives, but changing small events. Mostly trivial, with no important effects. But every once in a while the effect of some small changed event moves on down to the—

It’s a transmogrifier. A device that can change anyone into anyone else. I can change General MacArthur into President Truman, Shirley Temple into Marilyn Monroe.

I hope this is the one where she stomps on the grapes.

Oh, honey, you can go any time. Disco’s gonna last forever.

“Yes! And you have to keep going for our sake,” said Annie. “For the sake of the future children of America, sir.”

Welles clenched his fists. When he spoke it was in a lower tone. “Life is dark.”

At any rate, ready your cameras and make sure your bows are rosined.

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.

“Don’t you see?” says Terry. “We’ll just travel back in time and get a permit for the treehouse.”

At 11.15pm, Forrest was passing through Times Square, New York City, heading for his apartment on West 51st Street during Times Square’s busiest time, theatre letting out time. Carving through the crowds, wishing he’d gone a different way, Forrest noticed a man in his thirties standing in the middle of the road.

Annie turned back to the couple. “Excuse me again, do you know today’s date?” she asked.
“September eighth,” the woman said with a friendly smile.
“Nineteen-hundred?” Jack asked.

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.

Morgan’s telling us to take Ben to Frog Creek. To our time.

All five Machines had limitations, but the hardest to surmount was what travelers call the Long Four Years. Wormholes only opened for people who remained within twenty kilometers of a Machine for at least 1,680 days.

“Oh, I get it—your dad is Erik, so you are called Erik-son!” said Annie.

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.

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

Attends . . . si maman n'épouse pas papa, je vais pas naître. Je viens de me tuer.

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Wait . . . if Mom never marries Dad, I won’t be born. I just killed myself.

Helena: Well, for starters, you’d have changed the course of history.
Indy: That supposed to be a bad thing?

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