Please ask for the plot of the dialogue in "The Time Traveler's Wife" where Claire mistook Gomez for Henry and slept with him.

1973

Suddenly, I saw, I understood: my friend, my guide, my brother - is myself. Myself, only myself. Lonely self.

1973

As for me, I am as small as a leaf and as thin as a trickle. As I thought about it, I cried. I held him, held me, for a long time.

1984

Maybe you are the person in my dream, maybe I am the person in your dream; maybe we only live in each other’s dreams, and when we wake up the next morning, Forget about each other again.

1984

Her answer was so light that I had to ask her to say it again: "I thought you would marry me in the future."

1984

I am afraid of the future, it seems to be a big box waiting to put me in. I lay down, hoping that the rolling storm would not notice my presence.

1984

At this time, Claire is at the entrance of adolescence, with faith in one hand and growing doubt in the other. What she can do, Just take turns playing with each hand; or try to squeeze them together until they become one.

1984

I am speechless for the Claire who is both young and old, completely different from all the girls, who knows that being different actually means hardship.

1987

I looked at her with wide eyes, and there was a certain sophistication and cruelty in Claire's smile. This moment is like a watershed, the critical line between a period of music without male intrusion and the beginning of becoming a woman.

1998

I thought of my mother singing ballads on summer days, smiling at our reflections in shop windows, wearing blue dresses on the floor Rotate. She loves me and I have never doubted her love. Lucia is as fickle as the wind. The poem Claire holds in her hands is evidence, timeless and irrefutable, a snapshot of emotion frozen in time. I looked at the papers on the floor and felt relieved. In this chaos, it finally surfaced and became Claire's life-saving boat.

2000

I walked out the back door and stood by the blackberry bush. In the sunshine, our children, lifeless, were wrapped one by one in silky soft Japanese goose paper, Carefully sleeping in wooden boxes, in the afternoon before evening. They rest quietly in the shadow of the roses. Although I feel the heat of the sun, I tremble for them. Deep in the garden, in the warm June, they are cold.

2000

Fifteen-year-old Claire, and the one who tormented me for years, the one who insisted on refusing to give up having children, the one who challenged death and despair, the one who turned sexual intercourse between men and women into a nightmare. The woman on the battlefield littered with corpses is not the same woman.

2000

At that moment, I loved her more than life.

2001

On the screen is a weather map of the world, or the Milky Way, a vortex filled with stars. Or a baby.

2011

He made these boxes because he was lonely. He has no one to love, he makes these boxes so that he can love them, so that people know that he exists, because the bird is free, the box is the place where the bird hides, and inside the bird will Feeling safe, he also wants freedom and peace of mind. These boxes he keeps for himself so that he too can become a bird.

2011

This magical child gave me endless love and I was deeply intoxicated. She leaned against me tightly, as if she was a part of my body, as if we would never be together. We will be separated, as if we have a whole world of time. I stick to this moment tightly, fighting against fatigue and the strong gravity of time.

2011

Claire was only a few steps away from me. I used up all my will to look at Claire so far away and tried to say clearly; "I love you."

2002

I used two pink crayons, one was a light pink similar to the inside of a shell, and the other was a fleshy pink like raw tuna. I applied a few quick strokes to Elba's skin, as if Elba's skin had already been hidden in the paper, and I just removed some of the transparent masking layer.

2002

The painting is completed, it is a record - I love you, I gave birth to you, and I also painted this painting for you - when I am gone, Henry is gone, even Elba is gone, and it will continue to tell people that we created you and you are here, here and now.

Elba opened her eyes and smiled.

Some year

Without you, I don’t know how to live. But I hope to see you walking freely in the sun without your shining long hair.

2053

This time, I know Henry will come, eventually. I sometimes wonder whether such preparation and expectation will hinder the occurrence of miracles. But I have no choice. He's coming and I'm here.