I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.
The problem with winter sports is thatfollow me closely herethey generally take place in winter.
I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.
To shorten winter, borrow some money due in spring.
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminderno matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.
Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.