“Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.”

“It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning turns the landscape into a glittering wonderland of uncommon and ethereal beauty. It looked like the kind of snow that intends to make the world as bloody cold as possible.”

“Don't yield! Keep up your courage! The same sun looks down on all of us!”

“The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.”

“Going after someone unknown in the dark and cold and almost-snow - that wasn't brave. That was exceedingly stupid.”

“Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales: lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.”