“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
“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… — 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
“ 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… — 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… — 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
“Zach's eyes flash with light, caught by the peculiar greenness of early summer grass and the strobe effect of sun through wrought-iron… — 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
“What Zach meant to say all along, what he means to say when he speaks of potatoes with cumin is, You strip… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Like a bird, Tasha sees acutely on the periphery, and for a moment, before fear sets in, this feels somewhat prophetic. The… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zachariah, Zachariah. I've never been so long away. I never felt so much special pain. I never knew I loved you so… — 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
“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
“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 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
“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
