Evening Quote by Maud Hart Lovelace

“Julia was like water in his hands. She'd slipped right through. Lovely and strange and unpredictable, she'd been everything he wasn't. Nothing he was…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“Julia played for them: for her husband and her beloved son. And tried to believe somewhere in her heart that, wherever they were, they…

— Lucinda Riley

“Do it to Julia.”

— George Orwell

“No, this was not an excruciating story to laugh over with Julia. Its very awkwardness and awfulness made it somehow essentially human. It was…

— Liane Moriarty

“She looked out the window at the soggy sidewalks on Saint Marks Place, as a late snowfall began to melt in the face of…

— Abby Slovin

“I would straight up fuck a snowman right now, she says. Just to cool down. - Miriam Black”

— Chuck Wendig

“The frolic architecture of the snow.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The memories are few and like dreams of her life resuming a muted sound of snow    falling into itself.”

— Carolyn Forché

“Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red…

— Ally Condie

“A snowflake falls, so tenderly on your lips, I have learned to love this winter.”

— Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

“She watches her mother drink, then sits by her again before the picture window to watch the snow fall, watching closely until she can…

— Emma Richler

“Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.”

— Sarah Monette