“And her face remembered was intractable entirely; it wouldn’t respond to any maneuver of his imagination, it offered no similes, as totally itself as the taste of garlic.” — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“What did he know about her, anyway? She was unfathomable. The simple fact that she countenanced Coke Rymer at all was unfathomable. All her motives were buried under the ocean.” — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“In the center of the sofa were two oblong companion pillows, shouldered so closely together that they looked like the Decalogue tablets. They were… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“In an almost totally insentient cosmos only human feeling is interesting or relevant to what the soul searches for...suffering is the most expensive of… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“The tear on my mother’s cheek got larger and larger. It detached from her face and became a shiny globe, widening outward like an… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I had missed a great deal, reading so continually and seeing the world through the windowpanes of books. But then, maybe not. If… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“Dagon was simply one more of the pagan fertility deities; in Phoenicia his name was connected with the word dagan, meaning “corn,” though this… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“And wasn’t the power of money finally dependent upon the continued proliferation of product after product, dead objects produced without any thought given to… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“Again he picked up a stone and kept rolling it in his hands. His hands were damp with mounting excitement. What was it that… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“She leaned back in a little creaky wooden chair and gave him a bald stark gaze. He felt enveloped in the stare, which was… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“And her face remembered was intractable entirely; it wouldn’t respond to any maneuver of his imagination, it offered no similes, as totally itself as… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“On his back nothing was what it was, there were no demarcations, no outlines; nothing was formed, it was all in the process of… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“What did he know about her, anyway? She was unfathomable. The simple fact that she countenanced Coke Rymer at all was unfathomable. All her… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“No, I thank you; I have had an elegant sufficiency of the numerous delicacies. Any more would be an unsophisticated superfluity, for gastronomic satiety… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“There were too many things suddenly that I didn’t understand, and I didn’t know what to do about it. I knew that I needed… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“Our thoughts were so awesome to us, that no one could speak a word, not even ‘Goodbye.’ We hugged and clasped and wept silently.” — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
“Shall the water not remember Ember my hand’s slow gesture, tracing above of its mirror my half-imaginary airy portrait? My only belonging longing; is… — Fred Chappell Copy Share Image
