“What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic. It's quite scientific, actually. What we become. Who we—meet, end up with,' she continues, flames in her cheeks.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Away from Lev, she craves his need for her. When with him, it enervates. Why is that? She cannot help it. Nothing to be… — Emma Richler Copy Share
“I know so little, she tells herself again, searching her mother's face. In the end, we know so little. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share
“Returning to bed, Rachel strokes Zachariah's black curls as he drifts into sleep and appreciates the shape and fractal geometry there, the self-similarity and… — Emma Richler Copy Share
“Who is this grave and pretty young woman? Not pretty. Beautiful. Yes, I think so. Who is she? I know so little. In the… — Emma Richler Copy Share
“ The Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.” — Emma Richler Copy Share
“Rachel watches Zachariah and often, quite regularly, her heart skips a beat. If you map the ECG of the heart in phase space, its… — Emma Richler Copy Share
“Katya, for Lev, is a vortex, by turn alluring and animal, icy and disaffected, often in one same day. Katya is symmetry-breaking.” — Emma Richler Copy Share
“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's name on… — Emma Richler Copy Share
“So one might say that music killed him, that he was felled by music. It's a theory. String theory.” — Emma Richler Copy Share
