“There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes.”
“She couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.”
“For me, Chanel is like music. There are certain notes and you have to make another tune with them”
“The following afternoon, alone in their room, and oppressed by not yet having made the promised call to Connie...”
“One unexpected bonus of motherhood is the visual beauty. I am enchanted by the sights of my children, the tones of skin, the clear eyes, the grace, the curve of a hand and cheek, to see them racing across the back lawn in a certain slant of light.”
“The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.”