“Zachariah, Zachariah. I've never been so long away. I never felt so much special pain. I never knew I loved you so… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ In a snow-white field near Moscow, I want you above all to hear how sad my living voice is. ” — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Tsar Alexander I was prone to tears and he did weep over Borodino, but not at Borodino, as Tolstoy would have it.… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“What Zach meant to say all along, what he means to say when he speaks of potatoes with cumin is, You strip… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Here at the dining table in Chelsea, nearly two years after Katya's death, Rachel fingers a path through a film of sparkling… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“How very glad I am that the boy ran into my shop! See how it ends well! I play my part! Everyone… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“The bowler shakes his head in disgust at the run conceded and glares at Zach on the way back to his mark,… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Jack Broughton was a fighter, the father of boxing. He had a fondness for flowers and his sister named Rose. He knew… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“In Aleksei's fanciful dream of two Katherines by Caucasian blue waters, his sister and his English love, there is a child also,… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Zach's eyes flash with light, caught by the peculiar greenness of early summer grass and the strobe effect of sun through wrought-iron… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“His mother, Zach explained, taught the Romantics and named her sons accordingly, extravagantly, tempting fate. She plays a terrible game of names.… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic.… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Like a bird, Tasha sees acutely on the periphery, and for a moment, before fear sets in, this feels somewhat prophetic. The… — Emma Richler Be-my-wolff Copy Share Image
“Some days, Rachel thinks, there is rapture. Everything connects, everything is right and good and there is nothing troubling, not even in… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
