Mawrdew Czgowchwz Quotes

“What is laughter… but somehow the cabaletta to grief?”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“Our moods,’ she asked. ‘Are they perhaps something like thrusts—rhapsodic ones—toward stasis: self-finale?”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“She ruminated, wondering in terms of ration, quotient, multiplicand, root, power, infinity, surd.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“Whenever addressed by her saint’s name, she seemed to feel starched shifts, icy douches, and furtive subcellar scents threatening all over again—memory’s imperishable dues.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“Then, shrouded in chinchilla, she walked without further ceremony out the great wide gap in the opera-house wall, and up Seventh Avenue through the all-but-deserted Rialto alone, followed at a distance by her retainers, like a star.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“Movie stars, concert stars, opera stars, fallen stars sparkled on and off.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“As the pearl is achieved through the stimulus of finely comminuted particles of silicon and is destined to be worn about the soignée necks of some of the better carcasses in town, we take Czgowchwz out of the thrall of time and cultivate a legend.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz

“So many times Czgowchwz, or Czgowchwz to this or that root or powder, was still Czgowchwz, as is number one; and Czgowchwz over Czgowchwz, like Czgowchwz in an infinite hall of electric Czgowchwz mirrors, was but Czgowchwz.”
― James McCourt, Mawrdew Czgowchwz