“And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence of paint, words were temporal. You uttered them and they evanesced, but if you wrote them,… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“What was it about the world that it could not face the reality it lived?” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“Life, he now knew, was a fleet sprint from birth to death, revealed at twilight to be astonishingly brief.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“In some ways I liked the struggle better, I think. It clarified what was important.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“Both carried, despite their martial postures, an aura of sorrow, though ghosts of smiles flickered across their faces. They would have recognized one another… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“For all the things we say to our children for their own good, very little good ever comes of it.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
Love and war, it seemed, worked by the same rules. One had to hurry, before the fires flared out. — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
If you are going to abandon your work because someone speaks ill of it, then it has never been your work, has it? It… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
Once in a rare while, you get to read a story of such breathtaking beauty and intelligence that you remember why you love to… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
