We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada, timber wolves, creeks, snow drifts. — Dan Aykroyd Copy Share Image
I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. I really did have to… — Dan Aykroyd Copy Share Image
I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. — Dan Aykroyd Copy Share Image
As early as I can remember, I wanted to be a snowplow driver. When you grow up in the Rocky Mountains, like… — Kip Thorne Copy Share Image
“The unforgiving November wind blows me toward the building. Pointy snowflakes spiral down from the cake-frosting clouds overhead. The first snow. Magic.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
