The intimate and the infinite are tangled together in this incandescent book, lit by Aristotle’s bright spark of a daughter. Lucid even in nightmare, The Sweet Girl slips sideways around the philosopher to examine the lives of girls and women… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
The intimate and the infinite are tangled together in this incandescent book, lit by Aristotle’s bright spark of a daughter. Lucid even in nightmare,… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“She drove down the street, talking to herself furiously. I loved them too much. God is punishing me for loving people the way I should love God. Something was wrong there, too, that God would punish her, but she could not be bothered to think it through, because she was tired of God. Demand, demand, demand, and never any good… — Marina Endicott Copy Share
“It's been a great gig. In this roistering life there a multitude of partings and meetings- I will look for you along the way-” — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“Fear is always with us: that we are not good enough or strong enough, and so will fail; that we will be hurt. Fear… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“You never know who’s going to tell you the good story,” Darwin said. “Wherever you go, there’s your teacher.” — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“The world was full of people struggling along with heavy suitcases, poor men dawdling in doorways until they could get their eyes to focus… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
“Clary knew what made the parents around her cry, more or less openly: that everything must grow and change and--rather than being set free--must… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image