“I like winter and I like the dark and I like cats and I like the rain and I like walking up… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
In winter I like sprawling novels, full of conflict and intrigue, and during the bleakest, coldest days of December I holed up… — Maud Newton Copy Share Image
Pale as ice you passed me by; I wondered what you really felt, And waited through the changing times, To see if… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
Jem: I know what you're thinking. Tessa:I don't think you do. You're think, If they call this damp nastiness summer, what must… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
