In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the landscape becomes a white sea of mounds and hollows. On days when the...

Now just the thought of eating ice cream puts pounds on me.

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed...

I don’t like ice in my whiskey. I like bullets. Why? Because for every ice cube I don’t use, an Eskimo gets to keep one square inch of his igloo. So I’m saving twice the...

I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one,...

As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Love you always, miss you always… running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow.Never look back, never forget.

As the ice melted, we fell in love—slowly. I just wish the ice were in two glasses of vodka, and not surrounding our bodies.

After I win a match, I celebrate it by having an ice cream.

My ideas were confused. In a peculiar way, the unreality of the outer world appeared to be an extension of my own disturbed state of mind.

Boxing gloves/oven mitts could be used to fight fires. My uppercut can knock you out cold, like melting ice. Sip it slowly.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.Not that year.Winter hung in there, like an invalid...

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in...

Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say ice.From what I’ve tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough to hate.To...

I had never before met anyone who owned a telephone and believed in dragons.

Love is like water, except it’s either fog or ice. I make love like a steamy 32 degrees.