“ I do not understand you, I bang my head against you, but today I love you so much. ” — 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
“How one can never truly leave. And never quite return. Do you understand?” — 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 Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.” — 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
“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
“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
“ '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
“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
“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
“ 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Zach's eyelids flutter and droop, his mind a pleasant jumble—things said tonight, last year, last month, things said in dreams. He sees… — 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
“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
“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
“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 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
“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
“ 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
