Thursday, June 30, 2011

"Jacob stood in front of the granary

and watched the snow falling. Some of the flakes dropped straight to earth and others swirled and eddied as if seeking to return to the heavenly storehouses. The rotting thatch of the roofs was covered with white, and the clutter of broken wheels, logs, poles, and piles of shavings was decorated with fleece and the dust of diamonds. The roosters were crowing with wintery voices."

~ The Slave, Isaac Bashevis Singer, ch. 4, section 2

1 comment:

Kelly Sauer said...

some quotes you just can't lose.

beautiful.