Sunday, November 24, 2013
Begin the Week with Words
"I imagine, then, that we are all candle flames, greasy-bright, fluttering in the darkness and the howl of the wind....They will blow us all out, one by one, until it is only their own light by which they see themselves."
Burial Rites, by Hannah Kent
Who can resist opening lines like these?! Have a good week! And may the right words come to you at the right time :)