Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Emma Richler

Quote by Emma Richler

“The older she grows, the farther she walks. It is a good thing the world is round and she is fond of walking in circles or else she might disappear across three times nine countries in the thirtieth tsardom!”

Quote by Emma Richler

Book:Be My Wolff
Create image

Work

Be My Wolff

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Emma Richler

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Emma Richler. more

You May Also Like

“A fighter, muses Rachel, is a fighter through and through, consistently irregular, a fighting man on every scale. Fractal, fractious, with a rough complexity! Nothing she can do. A fractal, Papa once told her, is a way of seeing infinity. In Zachariah, she sees infinity. Mandelbrot famously wrote a paper called 'How Long Is the Coast of Britain?,' the answer to which, of course, is that it depends how you look at it. The closer one looks, the larger it is. And more and more intricate, on an infinite scale. There is a template for all things.”

LovePerspectiveFighterDescriptionInfinityIntricateDescriptiveBe My WolffEmma Richler
Book:Be My Wolff
Create image

“A year later, there is another miscarriage, another lost boy, and then an operation, and Rachel is in a muddle. Another missed carriage, she hears, conjuring a vision of Mama in a typical dash from the house, hurrying for trains to other cities where she will conduct music and choirs. Rachel sees Katya on a railway platform, suitcase and baton box in hand, but Mama is too late, the train hurtles by, screaming through the arches, a great train of missed carriages. Rachel's night-time wish is granted then, that though Katya has left her once again, she must return home as quickly. She has missed her carriage. 'Mama,' Rachel whispers into the night bedroom air, 'Mama, hurry home!”

WordsChildMisunderstandingWordplayBe My WolffEmma RichlerMiscarriageWord MeaningsChild S Perspective
Book:Be My Wolff
Create image

“It is perfectly scientific,' Lev protests, rising to draw the heavy dining room curtains against the streetlamp light, reducing it to a glow that bleeds amber round the edges and between the panels of plum brocade. Lev turns back into the room but stays by the window a moment to observe the new play of light, the chandelier casting shards of glitter upon mahogany and bold shadows across the high brow and long sharp plains of Katya's timeless face. Oh my wife.”

DescriptionDescriptiveBe My WolffEmma Richler
Book:Be My Wolff
Create image