In Memoriam - Quote Graveyard

[Bêthberry]

Well now, it appears I am single-handedly keeping this thread alive. Go me.

Adieu to the seasonal one from Dylan Thomas:

It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, although there were no reindeers. But there were cats. A Child's Christmas in Wales

And hello to something for the new year, which, for a change of pace, contains nothing about cats:

as intimate -- as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow --