"Come on," I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.
It is this impulse to change the quality of experience that I recognize as central to creation. . . . Out of all that could be done, you choose one thing. What that one thing is, nothing else can tell you--you come at it over unmarked snow.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
I love Switzerland. It's so clean and cool. We don't get much snow where I live so I get real excited in Lausanne and Geneva. I'd like to buy a house there when I'm older and settle down. It's all so cute that it looks like a movie set.
That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.
Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.
In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.
Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it isn't the snow. It isn't the tree, nor the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.
In a very little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine wood where Eeyore's house wasn't any longer. 'There!' said Eeyore. 'Not a stick of it left! Of course, I've still got all this snow to do what I like with. One mustn't complain.
Advice is like snow--the softer it falls, the deeper it goes.
Elijah Snow: 'Who have you pissed off this time, John?' John Stone: 'Sumatran robot death sluts -- Dammit, ONE of these buttons fires the atomic death biter --
Off the packed trail we experience the miracle of corn snow, skiing atop the crust, like skiing on an eggshell that has been sprinkled with sugar.
Not snow, no, nor rain, nor heat, nor night keeps them from accomplishing their appointed courses with all speed.
She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.
I'm working on a snow scene right now, and it's summer. It's hot, and I will get chilly. I'll have to turn on the heat. My wife walks in, and it's 95 degrees in the studio. I know it's nutty, but it's a projection you have where you step into the painting.
THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.
Despite all I have seen and experiences, I still get the same thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb toward it.
A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.