“I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
Born in the Flint, Michigan, big boat sailing on the Great Lakes and skiing in the winter was how most of my… — Doug Rice Copy Share Image
It’s a sun lamp. I thought you might be tired of your pasty-pale complexion. (Chris) Christopher, I happen to be a Viking… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her....boyfriend.' Townsed tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
I'd love to try and get a summer and winter gold medal-that would be amazing. — Shaun White Copy Share Image
Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their… — Ismail Kadaré Copy Share Image
“December. The days begin white and glittering with snow---on the roof, the branches of the sycamore, where a robin has taken up… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All around us right now, tucked into the valleys and along the coasts, bookshops glow in the winter light. Think of them… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
I experienced Kabul with my brother the way Amir and Hassan do: long school days in the summer, kite fighting in the… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey:… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When I was at the South Pole, the coldest it got - and I didn't go outside - was minus 111. That… — Christina Koch Copy Share Image
“The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
After a long day, folk rest at night. After a long summer, folk play games and sit about in the winter. After… — Jane Smiley Copy Share Image
“It is one of the oddest and sometimes one of the most charming characteristics of English weather that at times one season… — H.E. Bates Copy Share Image
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We go to Italy every winter, and my husband's mother has a bingo party on Christmas. Every woman brings a dish: lentils,… — Debi Mazar Copy Share Image
One of my favorite ways to use cilantro is in a beautiful clear soup with monkfish and lime. It's a great dish… — Nobu Matsuhisa Copy Share Image
“Noon. In the middle of Knoll Road. In it up to your waist, wearing your father’s old reindeer sweater, your mother’s fur-lined… — Bob Flaherty Copy Share Image
“There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it's all right there in front of… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
