“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
“Autumn is a fleeting season, melancholy by nature. Its ghostly beauty cultivates a fertile atmosphere for memories that wrote their history on a tablet of fallen leaves - I recall them with the greatest clarity... Whatever else autumn may be, it is the prophet of winter. Winter lasts forever.”
“Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.”
“Helen's books were her friends, "the kind you invite for dinner in the middle of winter," she'd told him, " and spend all night talking and never go to bed.”
“I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.”
“There is nothing of God or Light in that heartless sound - it is all black winter and dark ice.”