The short story that eventually grew into Constellation was the first fiction set in Russia that I'd ever written, and that was right around the time I was giving up on a doomed, never-to-be-seen first novel. While I saw it… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“Carrying that lumber the forty meters from the forest had left his knuckles blistered, his underarms sopping, but now a few hours of flames… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“The previous night, for the first time in a long time, he had felt whole, and his eyes returned to the rearview, where his… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“At the kitchen table she examined the glass of ice. Each cube was rounded by room temperature, dissolving in its own remains, and belatedly… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“The television dramas we grew up on, stories of star-crossed lovers, stories of love overcoming all obstacles, well, they’re all fairy tales, obviously, like… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“He had always tried to treat Havaa as a child and she always went along with it, as though childhood and innocence were fantastical… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“He asked them to close their eyes, and hoped their mouths would follow suit.” p. 137” — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“Don't insult me. Everyone knows a turtle is a crustacean on its mother's side.” — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“Those smooth, spit-cleaned cheeks gave no indication of the dreams crowding her skull. Should she make it to adulthood, the girl would arrive with… — anthony marra Copy Share Image
“In all likelihood, Sonja had more academic journal subscriptions than friends. She could explain advanced calculus to her fifth-form algebra teacher but couldn't tell… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
“Even after Sonja graduated secondary school at the top of her class and matriculated to the city university biology department, their parents found more… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
