I do not understand you, I bang my head against you, but…

“Away from Lev, she craves his need for her. When with him, it enervates. Why is that? She cannot help it. Nothing to be…

— Emma Richler

“So one might say that music killed him, that he was felled by music. It's a theory. String theory.”

— Emma Richler

“How vast is my London! How strange my native place!”

— Emma Richler

“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's name on…

— Emma Richler

“She loves him so much. He is her native place.”

— Emma Richler

“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

“Rachel watches Zachariah and often, quite regularly, her heart skips a beat. If you map the ECG of the heart in phase space, its…

— Emma Richler

“ The Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.”

— Emma Richler

“ Come and kiss me, my darling. ”

— Emma Richler

“Who is this grave and pretty young woman? Not pretty. Beautiful. Yes, I think so. Who is she? I know so little. In the…

— Emma Richler

“Returning to bed, Rachel strokes Zachariah's black curls as he drifts into sleep and appreciates the shape and fractal geometry there, the self-similarity and…

— Emma Richler

“I know so little, she tells herself again, searching her mother's face. In the end, we know so little. ”

— Emma Richler

“I love you so much. Loved you so much.”

— Emma Richler

“Wait for me, Kath. Coming soon. I feel it in my bones.”

— Emma Richler

“She misses this, and other things, moments. Scenes and moments.”

— Emma Richler