“He sees his world in black and white: Filthy snow, a hollow sky, the gray cement of the walls - water stains, like giant ink spills, eating into them - and his own skin, an ashy patina enveloping his body.… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“He sees his world in black and white: Filthy snow, a hollow sky, the gray cement of the walls - water stains, like giant… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
Edgar Sawtelle is a boy without a voice, but his world, populated by the dogs his family breeds, is anything but silent. This is… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“Since when are you so 'faithful'? just a couple of years ago you would show up in your tight jeans and borrow our car… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“And since when is stealing people's possessions the call of God? you are all hypocrites who have suddenly come into power, and you don't… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“What an illusion, she thinks, the idea of an ordered, ordinary life.” — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“New York loves expanse. It grows upward and spreads its tentacles outward, the island spilling into adjoining lands through its many bridges and tunnels.… — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“Think about it, but don't think too much. If you think too much you'll end up doing nothing.” — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“Har Haji yek jour Makeh miravad—Every pilgrim goes to Mecca his own way.” — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
“If something must be said, it will say itself. The writer's task is to listen.” — Dalia Sofer Copy Share Image
