Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
For the moment, the snow is quite wet and soft. If it was hard or icy, it would be a perfect downhill for my style, because I could fight even harder.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.
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.
Some of the wise boys who say my music is loud, blatant and that's all should see the faces of the kids who have driven a hundred miles through the snow to see the band... to stand in front of the bandstand in an ecstasy all their own.
I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.
In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.
Do you remember a scene with Ryan and Ali playing in the snow? Well, that was improvised.
It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing.