“It was late on a Friday afternoon, when the air is fertile, about to split and reveal its warm fruit—that gold nucleus of time, the weekend.” — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“James was one of those atheists God must love the most, much more than those of us who were believers, since it is their… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“This is the whole problem with words. There is so little surface area to reveal whom you might be underneath, how expansive and warm,… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“Every dinner party by the end is a bit of a defeat. After the halfway mark, when everybody is still in high-spirits, some even… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“What an idea--that with a few words you could catch another person in a little grammatical clutch, arrange the objects of the world such… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“And I did long for it, to say one true sentence of my own, to leap into the subject, that sturdy vessel travelling upstream… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“I felt so grateful for the heat that came out of that cab's vents, though it reached me as just slender filaments that could… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“If one of the things people do is establish a civilization out of nature, a way out of the chaos, then Ray was failing… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“She put her hand on my shoulder, and her eyes let me know, just crouch down, hold tight, there's a little bit of pain… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“Perfect days, for me, began with identical food and drink and activity; not until dusk would I develop the restlessness that is supposed to… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
“If you have ever felt that the table at which you sit contains everything and everybody that matters to you, like a little boat,… — Rebecca Lee Copy Share Image
