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“Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.”
“Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.”
“He also said to tell you that Wolf misses you very much.”
“Winter, I wrote, was akin to living inside a refrigerator.”
“I've forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remember them, I know them, I greet them as if they are home.”
“The inherent mystery itself: that elusive brightness that flows out of dreams; the brightness that, when we awaken, is already fading from our mindsI still pursued it almost every morning, in spite...”
“It seems like everything sleeps in winter, but it's really a time of renewal and reflection.”
“But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back" - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nig...”
“In spring we are on Earth; in summer we are on Earth; in autumn we are on Earth, but in winter we are in another planet; winter is another planet!”
“By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner's sugar...there was white fur on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce.”
“Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It would have shown the white birches pale and shivering in a sudden ague,...”
“I hate winter. Ive lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.”
“She was not a girl of ice and glass at all, but a girl of sunshine and stardust.”
“The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink ...”
“She screamed like an assassin was driving a knife into her stomach.She screamed like a thousand birds were pecking at her flesh.She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.”
“Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake...”
“But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.”
“No. She will never be queen. She swayed toward him, and he felt like he was being encircled by a python, smothered and choked.”
“Oh, how magical it will be to have winter come every year.”
“The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.”
