“Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note.” WayYearsMayLongEndsPlaySeemsTogetherWeekMonthsThousandSeriesNotesMelancholyChordsUnfoldingPiningAccordions Book:Three Junes Source: Three Junes
“When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.” LifeEndsFactsDestinyDestinationSpinningYarn Book:Three Junes Source: Three Junes
