“ In a snow-white field near Moscow, I want you above all to hear how sad my living voice is. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zachariah, Zachariah. I've never been so long away. I never felt so much special pain. I never knew I loved you so… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ A wolf's sense of hearing is remarkably acute. A wolf can detect another's howl from as far as nineteen kilometres away. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Katya, for Lev, is a vortex, by turn alluring and animal, icy and disaffected, often in one same day. Katya is symmetry-breaking.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“So one might say that music killed him, that he was felled by music. It's a theory. String theory.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The soul dwells outside the body, in some special place. The soul is in the song.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ The Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Some days, Rachel thinks, there is rapture. Everything connects, everything is right and good and there is nothing troubling, not even in… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Like a bird, Tasha sees acutely on the periphery, and for a moment, before fear sets in, this feels somewhat prophetic. The… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Jack Broughton was a fighter, the father of boxing. He had a fondness for flowers and his sister named Rose. He knew… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The bowler shakes his head in disgust at the run conceded and glares at Zach on the way back to his mark,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Here at the dining table in Chelsea, nearly two years after Katya's death, Rachel fingers a path through a film of sparkling… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“What Zach meant to say all along, what he means to say when he speaks of potatoes with cumin is, You strip… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“How very glad I am that the boy ran into my shop! See how it ends well! I play my part! Everyone… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“His mother, Zach explained, taught the Romantics and named her sons accordingly, extravagantly, tempting fate. She plays a terrible game of names.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zach's eyes flash with light, caught by the peculiar greenness of early summer grass and the strobe effect of sun through wrought-iron… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“And am I there?' 'Always. I'd say, always. You're everywhere, in all the dreams. Sometimes it's your face I dream, but not… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“He rises off the bed and tries to speak, but cannot stop the pain in his throat, and cannot articulate a word,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“In London, Alexander knows, they like neither his sister nor himself. Society considers the Tsar silly and vain, a ballroom dancer with… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Platov said that the burning of Moscow has changed the world forever, it has changed Russians forever, landowner and serf, officer and… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Rachel thinks, What long fingers Mama has, like wands in fairy tales. All the better to conduct with my dear! Ekaterina Wolff… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“He wonders aloud at the origins of valentining. 'You're right,' Rachel says. 'It is a verb. Can be. And birds valentine each… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Rachel slips off the bed and stands before him to rearrange his collar, aware that in this small gesture there is a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“A fighter, muses Rachel, is a fighter through and through, consistently irregular, a fighting man on every scale. Fractal, fractious, with a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Rachel watches Zachariah and often, quite regularly, her heart skips a beat. If you map the ECG of the heart in phase… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The hours stretch out in summer, the evenings go on and on; has he lost track of hours? Where are you, Zachariah?… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Returning to bed, Rachel strokes Zachariah's black curls as he drifts into sleep and appreciates the shape and fractal geometry there, the… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“How one can never truly leave. And never quite return. Do you understand?” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
