Christopher-moore Quote by Christopher Moore

“There was a cold wind out on the street. It picked up the dust, whirled it about and suddenly scattered it, flinging it down…

— Vasily Grossman

“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard…

— John Forrester

“rare frost that morning, the wind howling”

— Colson Whitehead

“You raise the mist, ethereal surf In a white corridor, like ice flames”

— Eesha Kumar

“I once heard a grouty northern invalid say that a coconut tree might be poetical, possibly it was; but it looked like a feather-duster…

— Mark Twain

“The cold November sun sent weak rays onto the floor of the old house. The floor beneath snickered, trying hard to hold back snaps…

— J. Thorn

“A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.”

— Ken Follett

“A slight breeze cooled the Hawaiian spring air, swaying the branches of palm trees, which cast black silhouettes against the purple and orange colors…

— Victoria Kahler

“The stars twinkled high above and reflected onto the cold window. I blew on the frosty glass and watched my breath fog up. I…

— Erica Sehyun Song

“The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing.…

— Libba Bray

Chilled-looking people walking along the riverside, the snow beginning, faintly, to pile up on the roofs of cars, the bare trees shaking their heads…

— Banana Yoshimoto

“Winter days were static glimpsed between channel flips.”

— Jonathan Lethem