“His mother called them his gems and often asked him why he liked things that were worn and old. It would have been hard to tell her. But there was something about the way in which the link of a… — Henry Roth Copy Share Image
“His mother called them his gems and often asked him why he liked things that were worn and old. It would have been hard… — Henry Roth Copy Share Image
Detach the writer from the milieu where he has experienced his greatest sense of belonging, and you have created a discontinuity within his personality,… — Henry Roth Copy Share Image
Life is nothing but an occassional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief. — Henry Roth Copy Share Image
