“He could see the inchworm in his mind even now, that snip of green elastic with it's tiny blunt legs, coiling and stretching its way toward the tabletop, on a mission whose nature was a mystery. Survival, he understood now… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best. — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“One and a half million Jewish men and women and children: How was anyone to understand a number like that? Andras knew it took… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms,… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another. — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“I'm not named after the character,' she said. 'I'm named after the entire opera.” — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
