"Wow, it really snowed last night! Isn't it wonderful? Everything familiar has disappeared! The world looks brand new!
A new year...a fresh clean start !It's like having a big white sheet of paper to draw on! A day full of possibilities! It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy...let's go exploring!"
— Bill Watterson (It's A Magical World)

"I use to be Snow White, but I drifted."
— Mae West

"A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship."
— Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)

"I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. "
— Nikki Giovanni

"The snow doesn't give a soft white damn who it touches."
— e.e. cummings

"The more I see, the less I know, the more I'd like to let it go."
— Red Hot Chili Peppers

"This is America. People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them."
— Neal Stephenson

"With luck, it might even snow for us."
— Haruki Murakami (After Dark)

"When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins."
— Neal Stephenson (Snow Crash)

"Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone?
She'd found it easy, being pretty
To hitch a ride into the city."
— Roald Dahl (Revolting Rhymes)

"Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun."
— Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

"Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with İpek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread."
— Orhan Pamuk (Snow)

"When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff."
— Joseph Boyden (Through Black Spruce)

"On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is."
— Wallace Stevens

"There's only four things we do better than anyone else:
music
movies
microcode (software)
high-speed pizza delivery"
— Neal Stephenson

"A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere."
— Nathaniel Hawthorne