I put my hand on the altar rail. ‘What if … what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a glass of water on a hot day when you’re dying of thirst, or when someone’s nice to you for no reason, or …’ Dad dashing up from the bar just to tell me, ‘Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite’ … ’S’pose Heaven’s not like a painting that’s just hanging there for ever, but more like … Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you’re alive, from passing cars, or … upstairs windows when you’re lost …”
― David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks (Random House; September 2, 2014)
Notes:
- Quote source: Thank you Dreaming in the Deep South
- Image: Wiosna (Spring), 1933. Leon Wyczólkowski, Polish (1852-1936). Watercolor, ink, pastel on paper. 71 x 79 cm
