Quotes by : Emma Richler

Where his boyhood retreat had been a cave hewn for one, it now accommodated two. He was suddenly two....

Hopes are so well constructed, so monstrously dashed!

Zachariah, Zachariah,' whispers Rachel, casting a practised eye over the back of his head and down the....

You know how there are words that never really—they are never really quite right. You can't quite trust....

Marry me, Rachel.''Not yet.''Tomorrow, Rachel. Marry me.''Maybe tomorrow.''There is no common blood between....

I need to tell you a story.'What

I need to tell you a story, a tale of fate and emergence.

I love your loins, that's all,' Rachel says quietly. 'And now I love the word itself, and how words change,....