“ Yorick's Used and Rare Books had a small storefront on Channing but a deep interior shaded by tall bookcases crammed with history, poetry, theology, antiquated anthologies. There was no open wall spac… Allegra Goodman
“ To make a tarte of strawberyes, wrote Margaret Parker in 1551, take and strayne theym with the yolkes of four eggs, and a little whyte breade grated, then season it up with suger and swete butter and… Allegra Goodman
“ I used to write poetry when I was younger, Jess said. She had kept a notebook by her bed, in case some line or image came to her in her dreams, but she had always been a sound sleeper, and no Xanadus… Allegra Goodman
“ Who are you? She asked silently, as she laid away the collector's quotations, his drawings, his scraps of famous poetry: Come live with me and be my love... interleaved with menus: 'oysters, fish stew… Allegra Goodman
“ She knew she was overextended, but she couldn't help herself. Student, tree lover, citizen of the Earth, she was busier than ever as she raced through Berkeley on her bicycle, and stood on street corn… Allegra Goodman
“ I prefer feeling insignificant, said Jess. I don't believe that.I didn't say worthless, I said insignificant, as in the grand scheme of things.But why?Because humans have such a complex. We're so self… Allegra Goodman
“ On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and the peach was radiant, dusky rose and gold, its skin so plush she thought her fingertip might… Allegra Goodman
“ The sisters' voices were almost identical, laughing mezzos tuned in childhood to the same pitch and timbre. To the ear, they were twins; to the eye, nothing alike. Emily was tall and slender with her… Allegra Goodman
“ She had never seen the Tree House at night. Vast and dark, lit with candles for the occasion, the rooms looked magical, the staircase a citadel, with its own strange inglenooks and deep dusty treads.… Allegra Goodman
“ A peach, slightly unbalanced, so that it listed to one side, its hue the color of an early sunrise. Had George remembered their conversation at the party and left the peach for her to eat? Strange. Fo… Allegra Goodman
“ The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, Jess intoned as they took the path down from the parking lot. She had imagined finding a spot to read and meditate, leaving Emily to walk alone for half an hour,… Allegra Goodman
