Pastoral Resources

In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.

I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.

Some of the wise boys who say my music is loud, blatant and that's all should see the faces of the kids who have driven a hundred miles through the snow to see the band... to stand in front of the bandstand in an ecstasy all their own.

I'm working on a snow scene right now, and it's summer. It's hot, and I will get chilly. I'll have to turn on the heat. My wife walks in, and it's 95 degrees in the studio. I know it's nutty, but it's a projection you have where you step into the painting.

The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

For the moment, the snow is quite wet and soft. If it was hard or icy, it would be a perfect downhill for my style, because I could fight even harder.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

Challenging snow is one of my favorite kinds of skiing, and I like being able to switch techniques at liberty.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

The ancient feud between cat and dog is not forgotten in the north, for the Lynx is the deadly foe of the Fox and habitually kills it when there is soft snow and scarcity of easier prey.