“There's nothing quite like blood on snow. (Ernest Rose to Bronwyn McCall)”
“I'm huffing and puffing to blow your house down ... Bronwyn McCall to Ernest Rose.”
“There's nothing quite like a good quest for getting your blood pumping.”
“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]....”
“There's nothing quite like reading a good book that just might become your favorite.”
“There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.”