“But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta”
“But I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.”
“Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day.But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away.When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute.Remember a searing look of intimate eyes.Receive the inner fire.”
“Love is like a banana, and I keep it in my pocket on cold days to warm up my hand.”
“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”
“they stand at his back on the cold - he can feel them there now - like new gods. like a fresh pantheon waiting to be born.It was warm, by the fire.”