I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins..
And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned c….
The East is a montage. It is old and it is young, very green in summer, very white in winter, gregarious, withdrawn and at once both sophisticated an….
My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer - making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the su….
Churchill is the very type of a corrupt journalist. There is not a worse prostitute in politics. He himself has written that it'sunimaginable what ca….
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta.
Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches..
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and mola….
Sometimes I go outside after a long stretch of writing and I'm surprised it's not raining. Or that it's daylight. Or that it's not the middle of wint….
February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter..
To the distracting occupations belong especially my lecture courses which I am holding this winter for the first time, and which now cost much more o….
This possibility bothered me as I thought it was not advisable to remain in one academic environment, and the long dark winters in Edinburgh could be….
In order that the mortar in the joints may not suffer from frosts, drench it with oil-dregs every year before winter begins. Thus treated, it will no….
What I'm trying to do [in Winter Journal] is to tell the story of a man's life from birth, but there are different versions of him, four different ve….
When the publisher here in America wanted to put the word "memoir" on the title page [of 'Winter Journal'] and on the cover, I said, "No, no, no, no,….
Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters..
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew..
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country..
We have a saying in Germany. It is better to have loved and lost than to engage in a land war with Russia in the winter..
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout..
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter..