“What?" she asked again.He pointed ahead of them. "See that?""What, the snow?""Beyond that.""More snow?""Stop looking at the snow.”
“She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]....”
“See, lady, that's what happens to snow in Texas. It- freaking- melts.”
“Snow reminds Ka of God! But I’m not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.”
“Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?”
“In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak mid-winterLong ago.”