“On his back nothing was what it was, there were no demarcations, no outlines; nothing was formed, it was all in the process of becoming. Except here a large eye, marbled and fluid; there a crippled hand, the fingers webbed… — 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
