Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, to guard a title that was rich before, to gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
I tell you, mr. okada, a cold beer at the end of the day is the best thing life has to offer. some choosy people say that a too cold beer doesn't taste good, but i couldn't disagree more. the first beer should be so cold you can't even taste it. the second one should be a little less chilled, but i want that first one to be like ice. i want it to be so cold my temples throb with pain. this is my own personal preference of course.
What a man can do and suffer is unknown to himself till some occasion presents itself which draws out the hidden power. Just as one sees not in the water of an unruffled pond the fury and roar with which it can dash down a steep rock without injury to itself, or how high it is capable of rising; or as little as one can suspect the latent heat in ice-cold water.
What are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in magnus's head. "a warlock," magnus answered. "and what are you?" we are many. "please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that." do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? "just breaking the ice
The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. these weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full of gentle ski slopes, but young, sulky, adolescent mountains. they held secret ravines and merciless crevices. one yodel out of place would attract, not the jolly echo of a lonely goatherd, but fifty tons of express-delivery snow.
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; to lie in cold obstrution and to rot; this sensible warm motion to become a kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit to bathe in fiery floods or to reside in thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; to be imprison'd in the viewless winds, and blown with restless violence round about the pendant world.
My reign is not yet over... You live, and my power is complete. Follow me; i seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which i am impassive. You will find near this place, if you follow not too tardily, a dead hare; eat and be refreshed. Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives; but many hard and miserable hours must you endure until that period shall arrive.