“For weeks Octavio returned to the shelter of the trees. The woman would appear as the sun reached midday. She would walk to the edge of the trees, find her chair and drag it to the boat pond. Every Sunday… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“He ached for creation. For life to somehow rise from the drawings in his sketching book. For his own energy, his own impressions to swirl and spin on a canvas. For a dream city he had tacked above his bed.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“Here was the place I usually found myself in, Grenelle replied. It wouldn't take long to lose its excitement. There was the place over… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“For weeks Octavio returned to the shelter of the trees. The woman would appear as the sun reached midday. She would walk to the… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“He believed women to be quantifiably wiser than men. He was neither a breast nor a leg nor an ass man; hair could be… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“Migliaia di parole le svolazzavano in testa, ma non riusciva a farne atterrare sulla pagina nemmeno una.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“...painted by a troubled young man, Mrs. Zephyr was saying... cut off part of his own ear... Ambrose went back to looking. What he… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“A man can see a hundred women, lust for a thousand more, but it is one scent that will open his eyes and turn… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“When his father asked why A wasn't apple or B wasn't bird or C wasn't cat, young Ambrose explained that things didn't always have… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“In the face of all reason she was interested in him as he was. Not as he wished he was.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“The problem is that you are too much in love. You are here because your parents mentioned your name to someone who mentioned your… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“Le aveva detto che era stato lui a insegnare a un nipote fastidiosamente curioso a leggere i sottotitoli della vita.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
