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
As much as I love art, there is no art as fine as the world we have been given. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
The voodoo priest and all his powders were as nothing compared to espresso, cappuccino, and mocha, which are stronger than all the… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I have a particular dislike of human pride. And if you think that you can engineer outcomes, that's a manifestation of pride.… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
How the holy and the profane mix in the light of day and at the end of life is sometimes the most… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Why do people resist [engines, bridges, and cities] so? They are symbols and products of the imagination, which is the force that… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I have always thought limousines make me dreadfully uncomfortable, just the way that suits do. When I wear a suit, I feel… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Of course, everyone in the New World is an immigrant or a descendant of immigrants, and immigrants have built America and continue… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
In American military cemeteries all over the world, seemingly endless rows of whitened grave markers stand largely unvisited and in silence. The… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
World War II is the war that made our world. There's no question about that. The history of all the years in… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
The arts community is generally dominated by liberals because if you are concerned mainly with painting or sculpture, you don't have time… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Justice came from a fight amid complexities, and required all the virtues in the world merely to be perceived. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
There is justice in the world, Peter Lake, but it cannot be had without mystery. — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
To see the beauty of the world is to put your hands on lines that run uninterrupted through life and through death.… — 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