What Kind of Day Would It Be Without a Quote of Some Sort
And so, for those of you anxiously awaiting it, this from Torgny Lindgren:
"Even the days and moments could be split up and broken down to the size of footsteps, one after another, the various little movements of the fingers, the blinking of the eyelids and the breath of the lungs. Like grinding down time in a hand-mill."
Remarkable, and even more so when one considers that this is a translation from Swedish!
