"We're like millions of strands of spaghetti in the same pot. No time traveler can ever meet another time traveler in the past or the future. Each of us must travel up or down his own strand alone." "But we're meeting each other now." "We're no longer time travelers, Henry. We've become the spaghetti sauce."

Starlight: The Great Short Fiction of Alfred Bester, The Man Who Murdered Mohammed (p. 100), Doubleday & Company, Inc. 1976