“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]….”

“I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.”

“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.”

“Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with '
And King of the Mountain.”

“What?" she asked again.
He pointed ahead of them. "See that?"
"What, the snow?"
"Beyond that."
"More snow?"
"Stop looking at the snow.”

“The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.”

“You are ice and fire
The touch of you burns my hands like snow”

“He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
And you know that it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
Until you feel this way.”

“The desert sands look white as snow;
The crescent moon hangs like a bow.
When would the steed in golden gear
Gallop all night through autumn clear?”

“You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow.”