“They WERE walking alongside the road, they WERE hit by a car, and now they ARE dead. It doesn't work. Are is present tense. Dead is -- well, dead is past, isn't it? Present tense modifying past; being modifying non-being.… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
School is consonantal in its unchanging schedule. God, full of possibility, is a vowel. Death: the ultimate consonant. — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
Miriam realizes she is a broken vessel, pieces of her scattered everywhere. She has been finding those pieces, in their many forms, and bringing… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
Ben Marcus has created an innovative and unflinching portrait of the turmoil of the human condition, providing the reader a most rare gift: something… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“What struck Celia most about young children was the intensity of their passions, life too new to be modulated, perspective a possession not yet… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Creation takes place through words, a series of 'And God Saids' bringing each new stage of life into being. Language is God's divine power… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
She has often felt that her outsides were too dull for her insides, that deep within her there was something better than what everyone… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
I’m a total atheist, and for me it’s just about trying to find something that rises above the banal day-to-day bullshit of living. — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
At this time on a weekday morning, the library was refuge to the retired, the unemployed, and the unemployable. ... 'I'm not always this… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Rushing toward her are all the letters of the alphabet. Each one moves in its own way, X cartwheeling over and over, C hopping… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Having already funneled its students to their respective classrooms, the school's front hall was empty, its glass showcase in the same neglected spot outside… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“The day's dashed hopes had temporarily reduced her to the childish presumption that someone she loved should, in return for that love, be able… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Miriam will never know what kind of dog attacked her, will imagine a Doberman or a German shepherd with snarling, angry teeth despite the… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
As much as I admire and value intellectualism and experimentation, I've discovered that unless a book has a throbbing heart as well as a… — Myla Goldberg Copy Share Image
