All I want to do is get home and never see any of you authors ever again,
You have to look at Jews like Bina Gelbfish, to explain the wide range and persistence of the race. Jews who carry their homes in an old cowhide bag, on the back of a camel, in the bubble of air at th...
We're just animals in a cage. They're just feeding us to keep us alive.
To reach escape velocity, my grandmother, like any spacefarer, would be obliged to leave almost everything behind her.
There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.
There was something stunned in the faces of the children, blinking and tentative. The slow, dark, dull submarine of the lives in which they were the human cargo had abruptly surfaced. Their blood was...
Then he saw that in gun-colored ink on the inside of her left arm, she bore the recent history, in five digits, of her life, her family, and the world. He
The pajamas were patterned with red pinstripes and tiny blue escutcheons. Sammy was wearing a pair that had red escutcheons with blue pinstripes. That was Rosa’s idea of fostering a sense of connectio...
The other fellow was more of a fireplug, broad in the chest and shoulders, with a wide pugnacious face and the hint of a shadow even on his freshly shaved jaw. He always looked as if he had not dresse...
The near death of a world-famous painter in a diving accident, in a Greenwich Village drawing room, contributed an unimpeachable Surrealist luster to the party.
The handsome Vintage Internationals edition of Nabokov’s Ada, or, Ardor—an extended riff on alternate-world and time theories and a key early example in the retro-futuristic subgenre of science fictio...
The daily sight of her is going to be a torment, like God torturing Moses with a glimpse of Zion from the top of Mount Pisgah every single day of his life.
The brake and gas were rigged to suit a man of his stature, and he handled them like Horowitz sailing through a storm of Liszt.
That was the purpose of habit, in my grandfather’s view: to render memory unnecessary.
Telling the truth when the truth matters most is almost always a frightening prospect.
Singletary arched an eyebrow then, after taking a look around the room, smiled a dubious but encouraging smile, the way you might smile at someone about to depress the ignition button on a homemade je...
She was a large, boneless woman who draped herself like an old blanket over the chairs of the apartment, staring for hours with her gray eyes at ghosts, figments, recollections, and dust caught in obl...
She could not help it. She had a catastrophic imagination; an air of imminent doom darkens much of even her sunniest work.
Never worry about what you are escaping from, he said. Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping to.
My grandparents forgave each other with the pragmatism of lovers in a plummeting airplane. There