Interstellar The Official Movie Novelization

Donald swept the dust from the farmhouse porch, knowing in the back of his mind that it was pointless, that in a matter of hours it would be covered again. Yet simply surrendering to it seemed even more pointless.

In space, distance was time, and time was distance.

Tom mostly talked about the farm. H

“By the time I get back we might be the same age. You and me. Imagine that.”

“When I’m in hypersleep,” he explained, “or travel near the speed of light, or near a black hole, time will change for me. It’ll run more slowly.”

I’m not always going to be here to help you.”

Inside, he went to the table, where bowls lay upside down, covered in a thin film of dust, and turned their clean insides up.