83 Quotes by Emma Richler

When he leaves home to sow his oats—""Wild oats, Tasha. They have to be wild. Unless he ran off to be a farmer.

He has come back from the verge of nevermore and is changed forever, and not just for the new bumps and scars upon his young head, bumps with a story to tell. I am a boxer! Yes, Sam has a calling now and a destiny and, day by day, gains in fortitude and definition, further moved to emotion by his bosom friends and further restored to vigour in thew and sinew.

. . . sitting up cross-legged and noting the light, how it fills the room in streams, etching out the shape of Zach recumbent, a bold coastline in a clarion sky. I drop anchor here, thinks Rachel. Anywhere here. You are my home, my horizon, my shore. How long is the coast of Britain?

Be my wolf," she says."I am your wolf," he replies, fighting for wind.Let the day begin.

Come and kiss me, my darling.

She loves him so much. He is her native place.

What Zach meant to say all along, what he means to say when he speaks of potatoes with cumin is, You strip me clean. It hurts to be near you. I love you so much. Rachel, Rachel. The most. Better than anything.

Marry me, Rachel.''Not yet.''Tomorrow, Rachel. Marry me.''Maybe tomorrow.''There is no common blood between us. Say it,' pleads Zachariah.'There is no common blood between us,' murmurs Rachel.'I am not your brother.''I know.'He traces her face with his swollen fingers, across the brow bones and down the zygomatics, and along the jaw from earlobe to chin, sweeping away the brine as he goes.'I am your Wolff,' he says.'And I am your Wolff,' she replies.Let the day begin.

Katya, for Lev, is a vortex, by turn alluring and animal, icy and disaffected, often in one same day. Katya is symmetry-breaking.