Roberta

“The beauty of truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will, too.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

“The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours os sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers. She felt that she looked out, not up, into the spacious universe, she knew the names of every bright star and all the constellations, and (although she could not see them) she was familiar with the vast billowing nebulae in which one filament of a wild and shaken mane carried in its trail a hundred million worlds. In a delirium of comets, suns, and pulsating stars, she let her eyes fill with the humming, crackling, hissing light of the galaxy's edge, a perpetual twilight, a gray dawn in one of heaven's many galleries.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

“The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours of sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

“What is apparent is not always what is true.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale