“While wishing a beautiful snowing for the streets of your city, do not forget also to wish a warm house for the homeless!”

“Marcovaldo learned to pile the snow into a compact little wall. If he went on making little walls like that, he could build some street for himself alone; only he would know where these streets led, and everybody else would be lost there. He would remake the city, pile up mountains high as houses, which no one would be able to tell from real houses. But perhaps by now all the houses had turned to snow, inside and out, a whole city of snow and with monuments and spires and trees, a city could be unmade by shovel and remade in a different way.”

“forget wishing. your missing the ambition of your mission”

“Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow”

“The dark, twisting clouds that had settled over Vendona’s streets seemed to open up and glide past the winking moon. The wind moaned slowly as it died while the trees began dancing with a melody only known to nature. The city became alive, and time raced forward as the sky warmed slightly. It was no longer snowing.”

“Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing.”