“Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!” FirstsHardYoungSeaLandRocksKingsDaughterRoseWinterWarmRingsSnowMy DaughterBellsLocksBeardSunnyIcy Author:Charles Godfrey Leland
“How would you know? Everything’s like sex. It’s the universal metaphor. To pick a lock, let me guess, you have to go slow at first, but then you have to pull off some fancy moves, and you have to stay concentrated, and you have to stick something in something, right?” KnowsFirstsMovingSexPicksUniversalLet MeSticksMetaphorFancyLocks Author:Ned Vizzini