We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.
Arthur GoldenAt the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
Arthur GoldenThe heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Arthur GoldenThe corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish.
Arthur Golden