My favorite animal to hunt is probably elk. There's nothing like the sound of a bugling bull splitting the cold air at… — Chris Pratt Copy Share Image
There's virtually nothing to stop the cold air from off of Hudson Bay from flowing down across the midlands. So you get… — Joe Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Ye can at least promise me the victory,” he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question. “Yes,” I said,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I studied the shape of my friend’s hands, and how he clasped them. I could smell his skin and hair in the… — Maria McCann Copy Share Image
“I realized that there was no half-way house between non-existence and this flaunting abundance. If you existed, you had to exist all… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I wonder if she could ever this right. This scene. In her sketch pad. The shape of the blue lake and the… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I want, I want, I want... At this point I'm just a mass of seething wants, but what I want I'm not… — Joanne Horniman Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Your nose has defense mechanisms that prevent impurities and excessively cold air from entering your body.” — S.J. Scott Copy Share Image
“Arrogance is perhaps the most socially acceptable form of sin in the church today. In this culture of abundance, one of the… — David Kinnaman Copy Share Image
My soul is the comet... The stars are my wishes... The galaxy is my despair... The horizon is my love... The blue… — Adean Copy Share Image
“I grip Colin harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what I want; this is what I’ve wanted… — Elizabeth Miller Copy Share Image
“I hurled myself under the covers, naked and half wet, grabbing my phone on the way. - don't come nevermind - I… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“When Sebastian reached his room, the Black Earl stood by his bed. Sebastian turned away, fingering the cufflink in his pocket. He… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
It's a beautiful feeling to be out on the ice, breathing in the cold air and hearing the blades hit the ice.… — Allison Janney Copy Share Image
“A cat came out of an alley, took a look at all the snow, and went back in. Farther on up the… — David Goodis Copy Share Image
“Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel's back and breathed in… — Bree Despain Copy Share Image
“I let myself feel good for no reason. I let joy happen right there and then, and it's inside me and around… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“I went to the room in Great Jones Street, a small crooked room, cold as a penny, looking out on warehouses, trucks… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I requested the gentlemen to put on their hats, and the ladies their shawls, to avoid catching cold, and then had the… — George Combe Copy Share Image
“Not want you?” His voice was rough. “Everett, I'd lay you down right now in this thin blanket of snow and take… — R. Cooper Copy Share Image
“I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“He’d heard everything he needed to know. Yuri’s finger curled around the Barrett’s match trigger, applying pressure… In cold air, sound travels… — Stephen England Copy Share Image
