Flakes – Quotes

That no Flake of

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them – is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan. Emily Dickinson

I’m almost violent about that stuff – electronic manipulation of pictures. I think it’s an abomination. I reject it all. I mean, it’s OK for selling corn flakes or automobiles or for taking pimples out of Elizabeth Taylor’s face, but it undermines the thing that photography is about, which is about observation and not about … Read more

Night falls fast. Today

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more. Edna St. Vincent Millay

A man was found

A man was found dead covered in sprinkles, strawberry sauce and a flake. Reports said he may have topped himself. Frank Carson

They were playing old

They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover. Donna Tartt

The last cobwebs of fog

The last cobwebs of fog in the black firtrees are flakes of white ash in the world’s hearth. Denise Levertov

If she possessed any

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she’d been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes … Read more

We come to a

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust. David Almond

Peering down into the

Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun. Cormac McCarthy

The falling flakes were

The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was. Chuck Klosterman