Gabriel

“The stars are so big,
The Earth is so small,
Stay as you are.”
― Marshall McLuhan, The Medium Is the Massage: An Inventory of Effects

“Vague speculation thrives in weather like this. The world is muffled in white, motor-roads and telegraph-poles vanish, a few castles appear in the middle distance; everything slips back hundreds of years. The details of the landscape - the leafless trees, the sheds, the church towers, the birds and the animals, the sledges and the woodmen, the sliced ricks and the occasional cowmen driving a floundering herd from barn to barn - all these stand out dark in isolation against the snow, distinct and momentous.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time of Gifts

“It is not easy to describe my mother. Remote and starry, her sad stranger’s grace did not concern the landscape of the day. Should I say that she was beautiful or that she did not love me? Have shadows beauty? Does the night love her child?”
― Anna Kavan, Sleep Has His House

“There is a reaper, death yclept, by Almighty God employed.”
― Alfred Döblin, Berlin Alexanderplatz