Nor'easter Quotes

My people always tol' me, 'You can stay in Hell a little while, long as you know you're gettin' out.

taken the time to study the surroundings.

Nobody ever told me you can't bury somebody up North in the wintertime.

It was swooping down from Saskatchewan on a northeast track (which made the woman with the lip stud full of shit, it was a nor’easter)

Where had the summer gone? At first endless, then suddenly over. Death was in the chilled air, and the leaves would turn before long, as birds formed V-shaped excursions to the south. One by one, each of the boardwalk businesses would shut down for the season, boarded up for Nor’easters and winter storms. The city would thin out dramatically, a ghost town compared to the summer.

out to be nor’easters, State of Emergency

It would not stay, and it would not keep away, so that the unhappy shore could never possess, could never forget. Or maybe it was the shore’s pale indifference that drove the sea wild, so that every so often she whipped herself into a hurricane or a nor’easter, wreaking her vengeance indiscriminately. Just so, an artist, ignored too long by a callous world, may break into brilliance, or flame up into cynical stuntsmanship, or drop herself like a stone down the dark well of despair.

Last week we got hit by one of the worst Nor’easters I’ve ever seen. I almost froze my balls off.

December is one of my favorite months for cycling in New York because all the fair-weather cyclists have gone into hibernation, we aren’t in nor’easter season yet, and the cold is bracing without being debilitating. I bike up to the Botanical Garden in the Bronx one day, down to Coney Island the next.

I felt like a castaway lost at sea during a nasty nor-easter. And nobody could see past the storm...

The caterpillars are coming. They’re coming. As they passed a blunt rolled with marijuana shake around the bonfire, filled plastic cups with beer from a keg in the back of John Anderson’s Bronco, snuck cigarettes at the red doors that led to the make-out woods behind school. As they waited on line at the cafeteria for pizza and Tater Tots, warmed up during choral practice, and changed for gym in the locker room. Until Maddie felt something titanic rushing toward the island, gathering steam like a nor’easter barreling toward shore, and the waiting filled with a tingling urgency she knew they all felt. She felt it. Car engines revved harder, highs soared higher, buzzes and crushes burned brighter. “Look.” She lifted her palm as the insect inched across. The two lines of blue and red dots on its back glimmered like spots of blood rising after a pinprick. “They’re here.

There’s a storm brewing - I can feel it - but it’s got nothing to do with the weather.’ - The Nor'easter - Shaun Young, Book #2