But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold... - Madeleine L'Engle, The Joys of Love
"But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta"
"But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta"
"Sorry. I get attacks of quotitis every once in a while. It's a very rare disease with no cure. It usually attacks older people, and here i am afflicted with it at my tender age."