Wednesday, December 19, 2012

"The winter loves me," he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, "I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love."

John Knowles, A Separate Peace

1 comment:

laughingwolf said...

no longer a snow nut, winter means little... other than more reading time