Bo Abeille

“Barrett lingers awhile. He's not eager to relinquish the strange pleasure of sitting in the green chair, surrounded by the ever-diminishing offerings that had, just yesterday, been daily articles, watching the apartment disappear, piece by piece.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

“Something like anger, but the anger of a philosopher, the anger of a poet, an anger directed at the transience of the world, at its heartbreaking beauty that collides constantly with our awareness of the fact that everything gets taken away; that we're being shown marvels but reminded, always, that they don't belong to us, they're sultan's treasures, we're lucky (we're expected to feel lucky) to have been invited to see them at all.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

“Barrett strokes one of the chair's slick, bile-green arms. "You can get attached to just about anything, can't you?" he says.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

“If you live in certain places, in a certain way, you'd better learn to praise the small felicities.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen