“That dog'll roll in the snow, run in the snow, eat the damn snow, but he wont throught it to shit. I dont clear the path, he shits right by the door. Why is that? Ryder asked.Owen replied, "Hence the name."The name of Ryder's dog...Dumbass...”
“Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!"Why was I not surprised?"Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.”
“The Balti had as many names for rock as the Inuit have for snow.”
“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.”
“The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.”
“Its snowing like a motherfucker right now, and motherfuckers snow a lot.”