“She drove down the street, talking to herself furiously. I loved them too much. God is punishing me for loving people the way I should love God. Something was wrong there, too, that God would punish her, but she could… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
The intimate and the infinite are tangled together in this incandescent book, lit by Aristotle’s bright spark of a daughter. Lucid even in nightmare,… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“She drove down the street, talking to herself furiously. I loved them too much. God is punishing me for loving people the way I… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“It's been a great gig. In this roistering life there a multitude of partings and meetings- I will look for you along the way-” — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“Fear is always with us: that we are not good enough or strong enough, and so will fail; that we will be hurt. Fear… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“You never know who’s going to tell you the good story,” Darwin said. “Wherever you go, there’s your teacher.” — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“The world was full of people struggling along with heavy suitcases, poor men dawdling in doorways until they could get their eyes to focus… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“Clary knew what made the parents around her cry, more or less openly: that everything must grow and change and--rather than being set free--must… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
