“How one can never truly leave. And never quite return. Do you understand?” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ I do not understand you, I bang my head against you, but today I love you so much. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zachariah's eyes were described as being of the deepest blue. Yet were a person to shine a light at him tonight, straight… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Every phrase Aleksei uttered in Raphael's sister's presence sounding like bells, he could not help it, everything he said, a declaration of… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Tsar Alexander I was prone to tears and he did weep over Borodino, but not at Borodino, as Tolstoy would have it.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ Aleksei with his impossible curls so very like her own, yet less seemly perhaps. Such hair is somewhat fairy-tale in a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Who is this grave and pretty young woman? Not pretty. Beautiful. Yes, I think so. Who is she? I know so little.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“There is an abiding fear Bonaparte will invade England by way of a tunnel beneath the Channel. How ingenious! Why, had such… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“She watches her mother drink, then sits by her again before the picture window to watch the snow fall, watching closely until… — 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
“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
“These are involuntary muscles. His eyes sting, his scalp prickles—he wants to cry! You know how if you remember something very horrid… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Away from Lev, she craves his need for her. When with him, it enervates. Why is that? She cannot help it. Nothing… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The Hussar never does see his English Katherine again except in dreams and hopes and luxurious regret, and the child he dreams… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ 'What is the point of ducking?' says the old soldier to the young soldier. 'Each shot has a man's name on… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“I know so little, she tells herself again, searching her mother's face. In the end, we know so little. ” — 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 self-similarity and… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“ The Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.” — 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 space, its… — 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
“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 Copy Share Image
