I’m obsessed with ice cubes… Ice is very much like flowers. It just dies at a certain point. But you know what’s weird? You can bring it back to life. Just by freezing it. Ice, I worship it.
Just as in Mexico food is peppered to excess, so in New York all drinks are over-iced. Ice is as much an obsession to the Americans as curry to the Indians. One cannot but feel an overt sympathy for the old man on the baby’s highchair who thus for forty years must have been corroding […]
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, To say that for destruction, ice Is also great, And would suffice.
If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear-stained eyes, don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind with your fear flowing out behind you as […]
I like to skate on the other side of the ice.
As cold as ice.