“Frost? What is frost' she demanded in glorious arrogance.”

“David Frost: It's all right. He wants me to do this. To finish him off.John Birt: What?David Frost: He wants the wilderness.”

“What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience?”

“To Frost House," I said."To Frost House," they echoed.We clunked mugs and drank, to the applause of a deep rumble of thunder.”

“Me, I always wanted frost power.”“Frost power?”“Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.”“Not frost?”“Same difference.”“How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?”“Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.”

“from "After the Fall"When Kennedy dropped from the skyTo honor the poet Frost, ... So MacLeish spoke.."NotTo mention Robert Frost. For Frost,Of course, is another matter, as heAlways was, spoke to the throng an the oneHatless in October, but days beforeDallas and November.”