30 Quotes by Boris Fishman

A woman lives a life of contradictions wrapped inside paradoxes wrapped inside a big candy wrapper.

They took a meandering route through the neighborhood, louche and gentrified all at once.

It’s got that silence of ours. That terrible Russian silence that the Americans don’t understand. They are always making noise because they need to forget life is going to end. But we remember, and so we have silence, even when we’re shouting and laughing.

At the wheel, Hamid Abdul was trying not to watch them. Hamid, his immigrant brother. How Slava was exceeding his immigrant brief with this fine-skinned American specimen. See Slava take the milk of this American skin into his mouth, Hamid. Look at her fingers disappear from your rearview mirror. We are miscegenating with the natives, Hamid, we are assimilating, are we not?

Her eyes blazed; she looked as if she wanted to strike him. He wished she would. Instead, a gust of something corrective swept her face clean, and again she looked loving.

Working at the pharmacy, you get the impression that there are no healthy people in the world. The normal condition is not health but illness.

Iosif Abramson. Date of birth, date of death. The tea was bitter and he blamed existence.’” He.

The rehearsal of Grandfather’s arguments came with wondrous facility to Slava.

Our great realizations are slow dishes, but once they’re ready, they announce themselves as suddenly as an oven timer.