“This is now, Zipper said, as she picked up a small stone and slid it in her pocket.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share Image
“Here was the place I usually found myself in, Grenelle replied. It wouldn't take long to lose its excitement. There was the place over… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“For weeks Octavio returned to the shelter of the trees. The woman would appear as the sun reached midday. She would walk to the… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“He believed women to be quantifiably wiser than men. He was neither a breast nor a leg nor an ass man; hair could be… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“Migliaia di parole le svolazzavano in testa, ma non riusciva a farne atterrare sulla pagina nemmeno una.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“...painted by a troubled young man, Mrs. Zephyr was saying... cut off part of his own ear... Ambrose went back to looking. What he… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“A man can see a hundred women, lust for a thousand more, but it is one scent that will open his eyes and turn… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“When his father asked why A wasn't apple or B wasn't bird or C wasn't cat, young Ambrose explained that things didn't always have… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“In the face of all reason she was interested in him as he was. Not as he wished he was.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“The problem is that you are too much in love. You are here because your parents mentioned your name to someone who mentioned your… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“Le aveva detto che era stato lui a insegnare a un nipote fastidiosamente curioso a leggere i sottotitoli della vita.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“This is now, Zipper said, as she picked up a small stone and slid it in her pocket.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“This was not her Ambrose, she thought at first. But then, apparently, it was.” — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
“He ached for creation. For life to somehow rise from the drawings in his sketching book. For his own energy, his own impressions to… — C.S. Richardson Copy Share
