“The child was left alone to die in the hallway. Here, in the dawn, was mortality itself. In the city were places to fall from which one could never emerge -- dark dreams and slow death, the death of children,… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Such a thing as the child left alone to die in the hallway was unknown on the marsh. But here, in the dawn, was mortality itself. In the city were places to fall from which one could never emerge --… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“Defiance, Catherine, is a gift of God, who is superior to nature. When nature comes to get you, honor God by treating it, as… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Because there were all kinds of hell - some were black and dirty, and some were silvery and high. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“In living, one muddles through the years for the sake of those one or two moments which are indisputably great.” — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“Do you know why you walk slowly when you’re old?” “No.” “Because with age you receive the gift of friction. The less time you… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
The British monarchy has the political and constitutional task of subtracting from the government and governors of Britain the papal and kingly airs that… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“Your time is a good time, and though I have to leave, you can stay. How lucky you are to be in the city… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm, in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music;… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I follow my own nose. So I read things that are different. People will always say to me, "Have you read Robert S. Bosco's… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“If all the months and all their days could be like June weather in New York, there would be paradise on earth. Often, in… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
