#helprin

[boozybookworms]

#helprin #refinersfire i am excited about this read. War, travel, understanding what home means and suffering... has any1 read it? #boozybookworms #bookofthemonth #nycdrinks #booklovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CNaMFJQLWgr/?igshid=194v62kalyiif

[hyperkarma-blog]

We are all perfect clocks that the Divinity has set to ticking when, even before birth, the heart explodes into its lifelong dance

Mark Helprin

[livingthings11-blog]

Winter, then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells. ~Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale, 1983

[atechnologyjobisnoexcuse]

Please don't suck.

Please please please please please

[namsaneveryday-blog]

As a way to arrive at the truth, exactitude and methodology are, in the end, far inferior to vision and apotheosis.

Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War

[namsaneveryday-blog]

"There are times for sleep, for inactivity, dreaming, indiscipline, even lethargy. You'll know when you deserve these times. They come after you've been broken. I'm speaking of a helpless, tranquil state before the great excitement of dawn."

Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War

[my-only-creature]

Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he once shared a one-room apartment. (In fact, he did not like cats, because they could not talk and would not listen.)

Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale