“Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.”

“Sooner or later, reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.”

“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.”

“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.”

“Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.”

“You were playing in the snow
You were banging on the doors
You climbed up on the roof
Roof of the world
You were pulling up the rhododendrons
Loping down the mountain They want to know you
They will hunt you down
Then they will kill you
Run away, run away… We found your footprints in the snow
We brushed them all away… You're the wild man.”

“What do you know about dragons?”
“They're big, scaly, four-legged creatures with wings who terrorized small villages until a virgin was offered up as a sacrifice.”
His grinned again. “I do miss the virgins.”

“I don't have a photograph. I'd give you my footprints, but they're upstairs in my socks.”

“Wherever he steps, there always
Endures traced in sand
A large-toed footprint
Which clamors to be tried out
By his childish foot arriving
From the virgin forests.”

“It's not a real choice. It's an apparent choice. Like choosing a brand of detergent. Whether you buy Ivory Snow or Tide, they're both owned by Proctor & Gamble This doesn't mean that one takes a position that is without nuance, that […] the Democrats and Republicans are the same. Of course, they're not. Neither are Tide and Ivory Snow. Tide has oxy-boosting and Ivory Snow is a gentle cleanser.”