“At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
When people ask me why is 'Winter's Tale' a fantasy, I point out that it is not a fantasy. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“Then, just at the peak of complacency, when it was assumed that the climate of the world had changed forever, when the… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I wrote a great deal of a novel, 'Winter's Tale,' on the roof of a Brooklyn Heights tenement on Henry Street. I… — 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
