“The summer passed quietly. I busied myself as best I could, reading a good deal.” — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“I had retained little of what is generally called religion, except for a visceral conviction that our lives are controlled by some universal mechanism… — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“It is trite to speak of a broken heart. Hearts are not broken; they continue to beat, the blood still courses, even in the… — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“The summer passed quietly. I busied myself as best I could, reading a good deal.” — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“I think much of her - I mean my mother - and of how alike we were, and how we were both destroyed by… — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“The boundaries of this world are forever shifting – from day to night, joy to sorrow, love to hate, and from life itself to… — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.” — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
“But who ever heeds the voice of reason when love whispers, softly persuasive, in the other ear?” — Michael Cox Copy Share Image
