“You should see my corgis at sunset in the snow. It's their finest hour. About five o'clock they glow like copper. Then they come in and lie in front of the fire like a string of sausages.”

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

“His feet were like fine copper when glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of many waters.”

“[Wikipedia is] like a sausage: you might like the taste of it, but you don't necessarily want to see how it's made.”

“Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.”

“For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.”

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

“Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.”

“Each night I lie and dream about the one
Who kissed me and awakened my desire
I spent a single hour with him alone
And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.”

“As well hope to start with a string of sausages and reconstruct the pig”