“The frolic architecture of the snow.”
“Did you just say ‘frolic’?”“Is it not a word?”“Who the hell says ‘frolic’?”“I say frolic. And more people should.”“They should say frolic or actually frolic.”“Both.”
“It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.”
“Ellie, would you frolic in the land of forever with me?”
“Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile”
“Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.”