“I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them”

“Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them. ”

“Shooting stars are not really stars at all but meteorites, burning their way through our atmosphere, sometimes landing in the oceans and in the middle of farms...you could make wishes on them if you like, but they are really just pieces of rock falling down from the sky, and they could land on your head and kill you just as you look up to make a wish. Really, they're just rocks. They don't care about your wishes at all.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.”

“I raged across the field, killing all before me. They ran when they saw me coming, and I chased them down, and killed them before they could take someone else's friend away from them.”