Charles Finch Quotes

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again

‎He often envied people who hadn't read his favourite books. They had such happiness before them.

‎'He often envied people who hadn't read his favourite books. They had such happiness before them.

I thought, too, about time. How fleet it is, and how certain, and like death how indifferent to our commentary upon it. Once not long before we had been boys and girls, and soon we would be middle-aged, thickening with rueful pleasure toward the thinness of old age.

Of course, that’s one of the dreams of modernist literature, whether realist or fantastic: that the more stories we tell each other about such tragedies, the fewer of them there will be. We’re still waiting for the results.