Sunday, January 27, 2013

Snow dreams


"The long white ragged lines were drifting and sifting across the street, across the faces of the old houses, whispering and hushing, making little triangles of white in the corners between cobblestones, seething a little when the wind blew them over the ground to a drifted corner; and so it would be all day, getting deeper and deeper and growing more and more silent."
—Conrad Aiken, Silent Snow, Secret Snow



"I thought, shivering, that there are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat."
—Ursula Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

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