“She'd always perceived the world to be against her. Happiness was never to be trusted. And yet I thought vaguely, neither was sorrow. Didn't each come to season in the other?” — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share Image
“...it was my father who had taught me to love books for themselves, the smell of the vellum and paper, the rare authority of the pages. "Here, do you see this marvelous book, the skins of 182 sheep," he once pronounced as he slapped his hand down on the stamped leather cover boards. "The book is a flock, a jewel,… — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share
“I've since come to believe that the world is populated by multitudes of women sitting at windows, inseparable from their surroundings. I myself spent many hours at a window on the Zattere, waiting for my father's return, waiting for my life to appear like one of those great ships that came into the harbor, broad sails filled with the wind… — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share
“I thought of the old proverb: Where there are three physicians, there are two atheists.” — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share Image
“For it was beautiful upon our tongues and we traced all the lines to the heart.” — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share Image
“Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening.… — Regina O'Melveny Copy Share Image
