Meteorite hunting is not for wimps. The best places to look are also the coldest and windiest. You need very old ice, and you need wind, lots of it, strong and unrelenting. Antarctica fits the bill.
Antarctica is a very alien environment, and you can't survive here more than minutes if you're not equipped properly and doing the right thing all the time.
There can be no possible question that cold is felt much more keenly in the thin air of nineteen thousand feet than it is below.
I'd just as soon freeze to death.
Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death!
I just know that I could never spend a winter in Chicago or some place like that. I'm just not a cold weather person.
I'm not a fan of cold weather.
I did 'The Grey,' and it was very intense and emotional because we're in the wilderness, and it was always 30 degrees. You kind of lose your sense of reality in the fact that you're filming a movie.
Calgary wins for my coldest New Year's Eve gig. That's when I learned Fahrenheit and Celsius cross at 40 below. I could see callers' breath coming out of my phone.
Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.
The swim at Deception Island was by far the hardest swim I've ever done. Antarctica is a very unforgiving environment. If you don't train properly, you'll die.
The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?
And I've shot in Prince Edward Island winters, I mean, I've shot in some intense, intense temperatures.
It's always snowing at the south pole of Enceladus.
I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.
The oil sequence was about two or three days. It was very cold and was snowing.
It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
The whole of northern Norway was covered with snow to depths which none of our soldiers had ever seen, felt, or imagined. There were neither snow-shoes nor skis - still less skiers. We must do our best. Thus began this ramshackle campaign.
You can never have enough winter jackets.
The scholarly authorities on freezing to death seem to be, unsurprisingly, Canadians.
I get cold - really cold - when I travel.
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
There's nothing pretty about ice. Ice grows nothing. But we've got this in our minds that we've got to make everything cold.
I hate it when you see in films people with their anoraks flapping open in a blizzard. They'd be dead in a couple of minutes. It's got to be real. It's got to work.
I was freezing in that loincloth.
