She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.


The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

And the cobwebs of timewould surrender,dormant, so that the rainbowsof new eras can emergeDespite the hollownessof you.

As long as there exist summer, we shall love the winter! The day summer disappears from Earth, we shall hate the winter!

Wolf Star shines on wintry high;Gazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lie;Wind and spirits haunt the sky.

Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.

It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.

A tree has leaves like man has hair. Some men go winter in the summer, and other men, like me, like skiing on skin.


Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.

June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn't you think?

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.